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I’ve always been a smaller guy, around 5 ft 6, and because of that I’ve spent a lot of time trying to, “toughen up.”  I did weight training, MMA, and basically anything that I thought would make me stronger and a better fighter.  By the time I turned 21, I was considered the “tiny but mighty one,” of the group.  Despite my best efforts, I was never able to get my weight above 130 lbs.

A few months after I turned 21, I returned to my parents’ home for a few weeks in the summer.  We lived in a small town, where I generally abstained from hooking up. I still would peruse the apps, and, on this particular spring day, I received a message that was intriguing.  Well, to be sure, the message wasn’t intriguing, but the pics on the profile certainly were.

Pic 1, the display pic, was of a torso (duh), with nicely formed pecs, and tight washboard abs.  Pic 2 was the back, arms flexing showing bulging, biceps, and toned back muscles.  Pic three was the package…yes, mighty fine.

I shared similar pics, and got the message, “hot man.  When are you free?” 

“3pm tomorrow, u host?” I replied.

“Yeah man.  Come over ;)”

Then of course we had to go over that familiar, but necessary hurdle. 

“Face pic?” I asked.

A few seconds past

“Oh shit,” I said aloud.

Jason Patrick McDonna was the star quarterback of my high school, and graduated the same year as me.  I’d attended elementary, middle and high school with him, and probably never said more than five words to him.  When I last saw him, at high school graduation, he had an attractive, athletic build.  Based on the photos he had just sent, he’d made improvements. I would guess he would be around 21 or 22 now. 

“I sent a face pic back with,” I guess we know each other.”

A pause. Then… 

“I guess so!  I always thought you were cute ”

Okay, even my tough guy persona smiled at that.

After a full day of anticipation, I made up an excuse to leave my house, and drove to Jason’s home.   His parents owned a pretty standard suburban home, complete with bay windows and driveway basketball hoop.   I saw him peering through the drapes of his house, and the door was already open by the time I reached the front step.

“Hey,” he said.  He was 6ft 2, with longish blond hair, a strong, defined jaw line and bright green eyes.  Honestly, he looked more like a surfer, minus the tan, than a football player.  He wore a tight black  t-shirt showing off his well-developed pecs and abs. His jogging shorts (which just screamed bottom to me, by the way) ended halfway above the knees, showed off these thick muscular legs that I just wanted to lick the length of.

I followed him into a sitting room that had some bizarre Dixieland knickknacks on the shelves, and one of those “don’t tread on me” snake banners.  The air smelled like cigars and meat, and I sat down on a firm armchair, while he sat on a sofa looking uncomfortable.  Yet, a bulge in his shorts told me that the interest was still there.

“So…I guess it’s been a while, huh?” he said, awkwardly. We were both watching each other, and I noticed how red his lips were for the first time.

The small talk before a hookup could be awkward, but I used it as an opportunity to learn what the other person was into.  Trust was super important in these scenarios, even if we did kind of know each other. 

“Few years…you’re looking good by the way. Like, strong.” 

He reflexively flexed, and I got to see the well-rounded, but defined bicep up close. He even could get the veins to pop out.

Fucking hot I thought.

“Same man.  You got a nice build.” He said, his eyes moving down my body.

I knew I looked like a toned twink, and I disliked this immensely.  Still, it’s a popular  look, and it gets me a decent amount of action.  On the whole, I had very little to complain about.

“Thanks,” I said, “so…what are you into.  I mean, you said you wanted to make out, mess around, but anything specific.

I wanted to pin him down and fuck him like a jackhammer.

“Well, to be honest, I haven’t done much.  It’s tough with practice…and stuff.” His eyes lingered slightly on a picture with him and an older man, I assumed was his dad.

So, dad’s a dick about gay stuff.  Shocking.

“Okay,” I said, knowing that this was a difficult place to be, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Is my bedroom okay?” he asked, rather shyly.

“As opposed to the front yard?” I said in a teasing way.

He smiled, and led me down the hall, up the stairs, passed a large room to what I assumed was his childhood bedroom.  My eyes were on that beautiful bubble butt that his shorts barely contained.

His bedroom was medium-sized, and had memorabilia, mostly trophies and medals, from the years he had lived here.  There were some weights crammed into one of the corners, a hamper filled with some dirty work out clothes, and a desk with a computer on it.  Unlike the rest of this house, his room smelled like a human lived in it.  It wasn’t a bad smell, just his smell.  Truth was, I kind of enjoyed it.

He sat on his bed, on top of a rather poofy comforter, and looked at me expectantly.  That bulge in his pants was getting more bulgy by the second.

I walked up to him, started stoking his hair, and he pulled me closer.  His sitting on the bed made us nearly the same height, and it wasn’t long before his muscular legs and arms were pulling me in. We started making out on his bed, and after a few seconds he pulled me on top, with his hands somewhat awkwardly grabbing my ass.

“Man, this is like solid muscle,” he said, “You used to wrestle, right?”

I was surprised he remembered that.

“Yeah,” I said, “still do.”

“That’s hot,” he said, slapping my firm ass.  I wasn’t opposed to spanking, but preferred to be the one doing the spanking.

We continued to kiss and snuggle, his hand exploring my lower body, and my lips explored his upper body.  His shirt came off, my shorts came off, and he started playing with my cock through my Calvin Klein briefs.  Soon I was sitting on his chest, rubbing his cock through his shorts, as he stroked mine.  As much as I loved his appearance, I was loving his scent even more.  This musk, a natural smell, that was just intoxicating.  He seemed taken back, but surprised when I nuzzled his fuzzy armpits.  Gods, they smelled so good.    

The problem with looking like a twink is that people assume, without meaning to, that you’re a submissive bottom.  I am not, and am tired of that perception.  I knew he was having fun, but I felt it was time for a change.

“Let’s switch,” I said.

“What?” He asked, looking confused.  I think he thought he did something wrong. 

“I want you to get on top here.” 

He looked confused, but not closed off to the idea, “Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Why not?” I asked, knowing why he was hesitant. 

“I’m pretty heavy,” he said, indicating to his physique.

I rolled my eyes.  I could squat over 300lbs, and bench 220.  I know I didn’t look like it, but, between my weight training and wrestling, I knew I could toss Jason around like a stuffed animal if I wanted.

I got off him and stood in the middle of his room, “Stand up,” I ordered.

A little reluctantly, he stood up and approached me.  He had decently high ceilings, but I knew we still had to be cautious since he was so tall. 

I squatted down, wrapped my arms around him, just below that fantastic bubble butt, and, with no effort, stood up.

“Shit,” he said.

“Pretty heavy,” I said sarcastically, “140?

“180,” he said.  I could still feel his cock, this time it was throbbing near my face.

I set him down, but before he was ready,  squatted again, pulled him across my shoulders, and stood up. 

“You’re a light boi,” I said, keeping him effortlessly in a fireman carry.

“Jesus,” He said, “You’re fucking strong,” 

“Nah,” I said.

I love being in control.  Call It a napoleon complex if you like, but dominating guys who are bigger is my ultimate fantasy. Seemed like Jason had the opposite fantasy.

“Fuck,” he breathed, as a squatted all the way down, and rose up again.

“No offense, Jason, but I could probably kick your ass if I wanted.”

His cock, very obviously against my neck, throbbed its hardest yet.   Fuck yeah.

“You think so?” he said, sounding breathless.

“I could make you my little bitch,”  another massive throb.

This was a technique I’ve used on other guys.  Men always like thinking they’re stronger than they are, and are ready to prove it for no reason at all.  I knew Jason would take the bait.

“Let’s try it, Mr. Wrestler” he said, “I’m pretty sure I could take you.”

I set him down again, and said, “stakes?” 

“What do you mean?” he said stretching his back, and adjusting his massive bulge pointedly.

“If I win, you do whatever I tell you for the next two hours.”

He understood, and smirked.  I could tell he loved the idea of subbing, I could see his precum darkening a spot on his shorts.

“Fine, and if I win, you do the same for me,” he said.  I could tell he did not want to win any more than I wanted him to win.

We got into a wrestling position, and I could see, through a reflection in a mirror on his desk, how mismatched we were.  Me, a 5-6, 130lb, Indian twink wrestling a 6-2, all American quarterback.  There wasn’t a single person in the world who would have put money on me.  Other than myself, of course.  

“Go,” he said, and quick as a striking viper, I pulled his legs out from under him.  He fell with a muffled thump, and I was on him.

“We’re all the same height down here, little boy,” I said to the surprised look on his face.  we grappled for several seconds, before I took a dominant position.  Fatigue was setting in for him—this was not something he was used to doing—and soon I was folding this muscular jock like he was laundry.

“This is a Boston crab,” I said, rolling him onto his stomach, and pulling his muscular legs up over his back.  Since he didn’t know standard wrestling, I figured he wouldn’t care that this was a professional wrestling move.  Gauging by the growing wet spot, I would say he was enjoying it quite a bit.  I sat down a bit more while controlling his legs, and he let out a loud groan. 

“I give,” he gasped.

“Say it louder,” I ordered.

“I give,” He yelped.

I released a little, but didn’t let him go.

“Who’s in charge?”

“You are,” He said, slightly more clearly.

“Who’s a little bitch?” I asked.

“I am,”

“Say it,”

“I’m a little bitch,” he said, sounding close to tears.

            Any fears I had about hurting him were assuaged by his throbbing cock. I was surprised he had any precum left in him with how that spot had grown.

I released him, and he let out a massive sigh.

“Fuck…that was hot, “he said, laying on the floor. 

“Oh we’re not done, little boy,” I said, walking around to where his head lay on the carpet.  I grabbed his lank blonde hair tightly, and pull him up, none too gently. 

“Gah,” he said, his mouth agape, as he got to his feet, “fuck, fuck,” he said as I pulled his hair back, making him look up at me.  I spit into his mouth.

“Swallow it, bitch,”

He obeyed, that prominent Adam’s apple adjusting as my saliva went down his throat. Not once did he break eye contact.

I released his hair, and let him stand to his full height, facing away from me.  But before he was ready, I pulled him backwards across my shoulders in an Argentine backbreaker.

“Oh fuck,” he said, as his muscular body was lifting off the ground yet again.

“I told you we weren’t done, little boy,” 

“Please,” he moaned.

“Please what?” I asked.

“Don’t,” he begged.

 I caught sight of us in the mirror, his large, athletic body helplessly across my toned small build.  It was such a bizarre thing, seeing this muscle jock completely at my mercy, my own throbbing cock struggling to break free of my briefs.

Using my arms, I cranked down on his legs and upper chest, stretching his abs, and bending him backwards.

 “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” he gasped.”

“What, boy?”

“I…love this…so much,”

 I was also loving it, but I could tell he was experiencing a different league of ecstasy than I was.

“You’re a little bitch.  Doesn’t matter how big and muscular you are.”

 “Yes…sir….”

 “You’re gonna do whatever I want after I put you down or do I need to crank on your back again?”

 “Yes sir, you win,” he gasped, “I’m your bitch.”

I realized that he was also watching our reflection in the mirror, a look of disbelief and intense passion on his handsome face.  After several minutes, I set him down.  He rubbed his back a bit, but did not otherwise seem bothered.  On the contrary he turned to me, a longing look in his face.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to the floor.  Without a word, he got down on his knees, and looked at me expectantly.

 “Good boy” I said, “Now let’s have more fun.”

Chapter One: Running the Baseline

“Oof. What the fuck, dude?”

“Sorry, guy. I didn’t see you there.” He extended his hand and pulled me to my feet.

I noticed him as soon as my boyfriend Danny and I walked into the gymnasium. He had to be at least 6’3”, and he was incredibly hot.

When Danny and I moved into the neighbourhood a couple of months ago, I signed us up for a neighbourhood pickup basketball game. I played in college, and I thought this would be a good way for us to meet people. The guys are all straight, but they’re cool with Danny and me. We play every Saturday at the high school gym, then the losers buy a round of beer at the local pub after the game.

The new guy didn’t play very well, but the team Danny was on was down a player. Being 6’3” made up for his lack of skill, and he was lip smackin’ eye candy, especially when his junk was bouncing around in his sweats.

Danny and I worked out regularly, but Danny could put on muscle just by looking at a dumbbell. No matter how hard I worked out, I stayed pretty lean. We met in college four years ago, and we’ve been together ever since. We don’t go out to the bars very often, but we still get hit on when we do, especially Danny. He’s a shameless flirt with a great ass. Lucky for me that my thick 6” keeps him satisfied and happy. Danny says we fit together, heart and hole.

After the game, the dude who knocked me down came over and apologized again. He reached out and shook my hand. “My name’s Mark, he said.” 

“I’m Callum,  Cal.”

“Oh, you’re Danny’s boyfriend”.

Danny came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I see the two of you have already met. Today is Mark’s first time playing with us.”

Mark looked Danny and me up and down with a mischievous grin and said. “We haven’t played together…yet. You want to grab a beer?”

“We usually go to the pub with the guys. You’re welcome to join us,”  I say.

 “No. I’ll catch you another time. Nice to meet you guys.”

We didn’t see Mark again until two weeks later, when he showed up for another pickup game. I noticed Danny and Mark talking to each other during timeouts. After the game ended, Danny pulled me off the court and turned me around so nobody could see him stick his hand down the front of my shorts. “Let’s skip the pub. I’m horny. I want to go home and suck this big cock.”

Neither of us noticed Mark walking towards us. “Looks like I caught somebody with his hand in the cookie jar.” Danny’s hand flew out of my shorts, leaving me with a half-chub. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. You guys up for grabbing a beer?”

“We need to take care of something at home,” Danny said. “But hand me your phone. I’ll put both of our numbers in.”

Chapter Two: Flagrant Foul

As soon as we walked into the house, Danny pressed me against the wall, undid my belt buckle, and pulled my zipper down. I needed to fuck him badly. He reached in and pulled my cock out.

“You’re so hard, baby. I need to give this big boy some attention.”

“Suck it.”

Danny took me into his warm mouth. He was used to the size of my cock, and he took it all down to the base, and bobbed up and down on it, tugging on my balls.

After he got me worked up, he said, “I need you to fuck me right here, on the living room floor.”

We stripped out of our clothes. Danny pushed me down on my back and started kissing me all over, licking my neck, pushing his nose in my armpits.”

“Fuuuck, Danny. You know how hard that gets my cock, watching you sniff all my manly stink after I play basketball. Lick my pits, baby.

“Don’t move.” He came back with a bottle of lube and climbed on top of me. He poured some lube in his hand and reached back to finger himself, then he lowered himself down on my cock. I let him ride me for a while, then I flipped him on his back.

“I love getting fucked with your fat dick,” Danny moaned.

“It’s all yours,” I tell him.

I slid my cock out and teased his pucker with the tip. “Who owns this hole?”

“You. It’s your hole to do whatever you want with. Just put it back inside me.”

“Put what back inside you?”

When he started whining and begging me for my cock, I slammed it back in and said, “I’m going to fuck my load into you so deep you’re going to taste it.”

“I was stroking his cock and thrusting into him. I know he’s close when he arches his back, so I turned his head and pushed my tongue between his lips as he moaned into my mouth. I could feel his shaft begin to swell, so I stroked him a little faster. “You’re gonna make me come,” he whimpered.

“Yeah, come for me, baby.” His cum was flying everywhere. Some of it even landed on my chin. I couldn’t hold back any longer and pumped a big load into his hungry ass. “Mine,” I tell him as I lick his cum off his fingers.

We cleaned each other up in the shower and ordered a pizza. Later that night, when we were watching TV, Danny asked me if I thought Mark was hot.

“Yes. Very,” I tell him. “Don’t you?”

“Yeah. Do you think he’s flirting with us?”

“He can’t keep his hands or eyes off your butt. And don’t think I didn’t notice you flirting with him.”

A couple of nights later, when we were in bed, Danny asked me if his flirting with Mark bothered me,

“No. Why? It doesn’t bother me when you flirt. Unless it’s more than flirting.”

“I think he’s really hot,” Danny said.

“Should I be worried?

“No. But I jacked off thinking about him this morning.”

 I admitted that I’d done the same thing at work yesterday. “I was horny, so I went into one of the bathroom stalls and jacked off thinking about us being in a three-way with him and watching you suck him off.” Up to now, I’d never thought about Danny with another man.

I asked Danny what he was thinking about when he was jacking off. “I thought about him fucking me and what his cock would feel like up my ass. I’ve been checking out his package and I think he has a huge cock.”

Danny asked if I was serious about having a three-way with Mark. I told him fantasizing about it was one thing. Actually doing it was another. Danny and I were monogamous, and I wasn’t the least bit unhappy with our sex life, but I said, “I guess, if it’s something you want to try.”

I had to work the following Saturday, so I couldn’t play basketball. When I came home, Danny wasn’t there, so I texted him to see if he and the guys were still at the pub. He didn’t reply, so I figured he was on his way home. My phone buzzed with a text from a number I didn’t recognize.

Mark: Hey, It’s Mark. Danny asked me to let you know he’s on his way home.

Mark: I made him late. My bad. We came back to my place after the game.

Mark: Sorry you missed this, but there’ll be a next time. He said you’d understand.

Another text popped up with a video attached. My heart was racing. I knew what this was. This was why Danny asked me if I was serious about having a three-way with Mark. I opened the video and hit play. Danny was moaning around Mark’s cock. Mark’s hand was on the back of Danny’s head, holding him down. “Fuck, Danny. If I’d known how hungry you were for my cock, I would have fed it to you sooner.” When Danny pulled his mouth off Mark’s cock, a glistening thread of saliva and precum stretched from Danny’s mouth to the head of Mark’s big, uncut cock. It didn’t look any thicker than mine, but it’s longer by a couple of inches. Mark grabbed his dick and slapped Danny’s face with it. “I need to empty my balls.”

“I want you to come in my mouth.”

“I come a lot. Are you gonna swallow all of it?”

Danny gazed up at Mark like a puppy begging for a bone. “Yes”

Mark grabbed hold of Danny’s hair and pulled his head back. “Open your mouth.”

Thick ropes of cum shot into Danny’s mouth before he closed his lips around Mark’s cock. I could see the knot of muscles at the side of Danny’s jaw pulsing as he swallowed. When Mark finally pulled out. He squeezed the remaining few drops of cum out of his piss slit onto Danny’s tongue.

“Is this what you wanted?”

Danny nodded his head and moaned, “I love the taste of your cum…” Danny glanced at the camera, “… and your cock.”

“You’re gonna love it even more when I fuck you with it.”

Then Mark turned the camera on himself. “How about you, Cal? Is this what you wanted?”

Then the video ended.

I wasn’t ready for this. I was angry and sad. So why was my cock hard?

Danny came home a short time later.

“Cal?”

“I’m in the kitchen.”

Danny walked in looking worried. “Did you watch it?” he asked, sheepishly.

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I think so,” I tell him. “It was a lot. I loved seeing you so turned on. You looked blissed out. But I thought if we actually hooked up with Mark, it would be together. Instead, I sat here by myself with my hand down my pants watching a video of you sucking him off like you couldn’t get enough of his cock.”

“That doesn’t sound like you’re okay. I didn’t mean to exclude you. That’s why I asked Mark to take a video. I thought you wanted to see me do it. I told him we wanted to have a three-way with him, and that you wanted to watch me suck him off. I should have waited, but I let Mark talk me into going to his place after the game. He’s hard to say ‘no’ to. I wasn’t thinking with my head.”

“Did you fuck?”

“No. But he pulled my shorts down so he could look at my ass.”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling, Danny. It’s the first time since we’ve been together that another man had his dick in your mouth. I wanted to be with you for that.”

“You will be. Mark’s coming over on Saturday to be with both of us.”

“We should have talked about it before you invited him.” I was annoyed.  

“I think it’ll be good for us.”

“Is there something wrong with us?” I asked.

“No. Nothing’s wrong. We both think Mark’s hot, and I want us to do this together. But what I want right now is to be with you, just you. I need you to take me to bed so I can remind you what we are to each other.”

It was obvious that Danny wanted this, and I trusted him. “Okay,” I said. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I could taste Mark’s cum.

Chapter 3:  Holding

I closed the bedroom door behind me. I didn’t need to; there was no one else in the house. I just wanted to be alone with Danny, insulated from everyone who existed on the other side of the door, including Mark. “Tell me what you want, Danny.”

“I want you, Callum. Danny lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. He kissed me softly at first, then he dropped to his knees and undid my pants, pulling them off. I was naked except for my socks. He covered my belly with kisses and worked his way down to my cock and balls.

“What do you want, Callum?” he asked, gazing up at me. His eyes were filled with the same lust I saw in the video. The only difference was that they were also filled with love.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said. We didn’t shift places very often. Not because I didn’t want to, I loved getting fucked by Danny, but he preferred bottoming.

Danny pushed me back on the bed. He pressed my arms behind me and buried his nose into my armpits. “I could spend all night in your pits.” He kissed his way down to my nipples, licking and biting them, making me crazy until I was writhing all over the bed. He kissed my belly and licked my dripping erection. Then he pulled me to the edge of the bed and pushed my legs back far enough to lick my taint all the way down to my hole. He worked my ass open with his tongue and fingers, never taking his eyes off me. He poured lube on his cock and crawled between my legs. And then he was inside me, fucking deep into me.

He pressed my hands into the pillow and weaved his fingers into mine. “Do you need to hear me say it?” he asked.

I didn’t realize I needed him to until that moment. “Yes,” I whispered.

“I love you, Callum.”

Danny and I fucked a lot. Usually four or five times a week and occasionally two or three times a night. But we hadn’t made love in a while. We lay in bed holding each other. My chest and belly were covered in my cum. Danny’s cum was still warm in my ass.

“If I’m not all you need, I’ll never get in the way.” I don’t know what made me say it, especially at this moment.

Danny leaned up on his elbow, his face was a stormy sky, his mouth was so close to mine that I could feel his breath against my lips. “Where did that come from?”

“The things you said in the video, and the way you looked at Mark scares me. We’ve been enough for each other, up until now.” 

“You are enough. But if we both want more than enough occasionally, it doesn’t change what we have. Mark’s hot, and he has a beautiful cock. That’s all. Besides, I can say the same about you, too. The difference is that he’s full of himself. He’s kind of an asshole. Saturday’s not going to change anything you and I have together. Can you blame me for wanting to get fucked by two of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen?”

Danny and I agreed on a few rules for Saturday.

“Mark needs to wear a condom. If either one of us feels uncomfortable or left out, we say something and we stop. No rough stuff. No overnights.”

“I’m good with that. Anything else?” Danny asked.

“I think it’s best if we keep it to just Mark for now. Until we see how everything goes.”

Chapter Four: Inbounds Pass

I was ready to call it off the minute the doorbell rang, but it was too late to turn back. We’d seen Mark earlier at basketball, but other than a few conspiring winks, none of us mentioned getting together tonight. After dinner, Danny and I showered together and helped each other prep. I told Danny that I wanted to be the one who answered the door when Mark arrived. I needed to feel in control.

But as soon as Mark walked in, he was in control.

“Thanks for asking me over,” Mark said as he hugged me. “I was hoping this would happen.”

“So have we,” I said. It was a half-truth. “C’mon in. Danny will be down in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink?”

“Not yet.” We sat on the couch, and Mark put his hand on my thigh.

“Danny told me this is the first three-way you’ve had together. We’ll take it slow. Danny explained the rules, so I brought condoms. He says you’re a top. So am I. There are two of us and one Danny. Are you gonna be okay sharing him with me?”

“I think so. It sounds like you and Danny have discussed this, so you probably know the video you sent was a lot for me at first. But Danny and I watched it together a few more times, and it’s all good now. One thing before we get started, though. I’m vers. I’ve been looking forward to you topping me tonight.”

“Hi, Mark.” Danny came down the stairs in the middle of my confession that I wanted Mark to fuck me. Even if Mark heard it, he was distracted by the sight of my boyfriend, shirtless, wearing a pair of shorts that made his ass look even more fuckable. Danny kissed us both, briefly, then sat on the floor between us. The smell of testosterone coming from the three of us was pungent.

Danny’s eyes went back and forth between Mark and me. He crawled between Mark’s legs and pulled his shirt off. Then he crawled over to me and pulled my shirt off. “That’s better,” he said.

“It’s gonna be hard for me to keep my hands off your ass if you keep crawling around like that, Danny,” Mark said.

Danny pulled my face down to his and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth and mine in his. When he broke our kiss, he leaned into my ear and said, “I love you so much. You need to remember that tonight.” Then he looked in my eyes, making sure I understood. 

Danny moved back between Mark’s legs and pressed his lips to Mark’s abs, kissing his way down Mark’s happy trail to the top of his jeans. He slowly opened Mark’s jeans and reached in to pull out his cock. The only time his gaze left Mark’s was to look at me. He wrapped his hand around Mark’s cock and licked the precum off the tip. It was definitely bigger than mine, but it couldn’t have been any harder than mine was.

“I’ve been going crazy waiting to feel your mouth around my cock again, Danny. I haven’t come in three days. I’ve been saving it up for tonight.”

I hoped I didn’t look as nervous as I was. Danny crawled back between my legs and opened my pants. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and slid his tongue up and down, licking the precum off the head. Danny’s mouth was full of my cock, but his eyes were on Mark.

Danny went back to Mark and pulled his pants off. I think all he cared about at that moment was Mark’s cock. Mark’s fingers gripped Danny’s hair, moving Danny’s head up and down on his cock. He was telling him what a good job he was doing sucking his cock, and how much he wanted to fuck him with it. I was watching my boyfriend worship another man’s cock, and it was making my cock so achingly hard that it was throbbing. They looked so lost in each other that it seemed like they were oblivious to me. But then Danny wrapped his hand around my cock, and began stroking me.

“Your boyfriend’s taking every inch of my cock down his throat, Cal. I think he’s hungry. You mustn’t be feeding him enough. Look at him trying to suck a load out of me. I’m not gonna let him have it… yet. Maybe I’ll let you jack me off and feed it to him later.”

“Danny stop! You’re going to make me come.” I tried to pull Danny’s hand off my cock, but it was too late. “FUCK!” I was coming all over my chest and face. Danny kept jacking me off, but he didn’t stop bobbing up and down on Mark’s cock until I finished coming.

“Do you always come that fast?” Mark asked. “Danny, maybe you’d better get a towel for your boyfriend.”

But he ignored Mark and licked my cum off his fingers, then licked the cum off my face and chest and swallowed it.

“I think we should take this upstairs,” Danny said. He showed Mark the bedroom and told him that we’d be “right back.”

He closed the bathroom door behind us and said, “I didn’t mean to make you come so soon. Are you still okay with this? Do you want to keep going?”

I know Danny, and I know the ‘please don’t say no’ look on his face. I promised him that I was okay. The funk that sometimes happens after I come had passed. And Danny knows I can get hard and reload pretty quick.

“Okay. Hurry up and rise off. I don’t want Mark to think we abandoned him.”

I did hurry and rise off. I didn’t want to walk into the bedroom and find them fucking without me. I was relieved when I opened the door and saw that they were just making out on the bed. I didn’t really need any help getting hard, but I was happy when Danny pulled me onto the bed and took my cock in his mouth.

Danny ordered Mark and me to lie back on the bed, next to each other. He stood at the end of the bed, turned around so we could see his ass, and stripped out of his shorts. When he turned back, his cock was pointing straight out as hard as I’ve ever seen it. He crawled up Mark’s body, then lifted Mark’s arms over his head and buried his face in Mark’s armpits, one then the other. Danny knows I love this, so I think he was doing it on purpose to tease me. Then he slowly licked his way down. First, Mark’s nipples, then down to his balls. Mark’s cock jumped every time Danny got near it, but he didn’t take it in his mouth. He moved up and straddled Mark’s chest. Danny smacked his cock against Mark’s lips, but Mark didn’t open his mouth.

Danny climbed off Mark and did everything to me that he’d done to Mark. I could tell he was making sure that I didn’t feel neglected. And when he straddled my chest, I grabbed his ass and took his cock in my mouth. I love his cock. It’s not big or thick, but it’s straight as a ruler, and his cum tastes like honey to me. I would have gladly sucked him off, but Danny likes to come when he’s getting fucked.

When Mark got up to take a piss, I pulled Danny on top of me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking worried.

I ran my fingers through his hair and said, “You don’t need to juggle Mark and me. This doesn’t have to be one for him and one for me. I promise I’ll tell you if I’m uncomfortable. I want to see you blissed out. You can share everything with him tonight except this.” I pressed my hand over his heart.

“That only belongs to you, Callum.”  Danny pushed his tongue between my lips, and we started making out. I heard Mark come in, and when Danny started moaning, I knew where Mark’s tongue was. I liked holding and kissing Danny while he was getting rimmed, and we kissed for a long time.

Mark climbed up the bed and lay next to me with his arms behind his head. Danny got between his legs and wrapped his lips around Mark’s cock. I turned on my side and buried my nose in Mark’s pit, but he reached around and pulled my head back. He was fucking up into Danny’s mouth. “Get down on my cock with your boyfriend.”

I slid down and started kissing Danny with Mark’s cock between our lips. We were having a tug of war with his cock.

“Fuck. Boyfriends fighting over my cock. That is so hot.” I glanced up at Mark, but his eyes were locked on Danny.

As soon as I had Mark’s cock to myself, Danny crawled up to Mark. Mark pulled him close and kissed him, then whispered something in his ear. I was busy taking Mark’s cock down my throat, and when I lifted my head. Danny was straddling Mark, facing me with his head thrown back. “Fuuck”, he moaned, grinding his ass on Mark’s face. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

“Not yet,” Mark said, lifting Danny up and turning him around. “Spread your legs and get on all fours so your boyfriend can eat your ass and get it ready for me.”

Danny scooted back until his ass was in my face. I pulled his cheeks apart and licked all around his pucker. It was already wet with Mark’s saliva. I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could.

“That’s it, baby. Only you know how to take care of me, Cal,” he said. I loved hearing Danny say that, and I loved eating his ass. It was pink and hairless and delicious. When it was just the two of us, I’d eat his ass for as long as he’d let me before he’d get bossy and order me to fuck him. But now Mark was going to fuck him, and I was starting to feel possessive.

“You ready for me to fuck you, Danny?”

“I’m so ready. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

“Cal, sit in that chair and watch me fuck your man from there. Don’t worry. We’re not leaving you out of this.”

“Should I say thanks now or later? Don’t tell me where to sit while you fuck MY boyfriend.”

Danny turned to look at me. I knew the worried expression on his face was pleading with me not to ruin this. “Do you want to stop?”

I looked at Danny. I loved him enough to go sit in the fucking chair. I sat down and said, “No. I don’t want to stop. I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

“I won’t apologize, Cal. So why should you?” Mark said. “I was under the impression you got off watching another man with your boyfriend. I think we could all use a shower.”

I told Danny to grab some towels and “show Mark where everything is.” Danny’s brow furrowed with concern. “I’m okay. Go on,” I told him. I was pretty sure he’d join Mark in the shower, and I wouldn’t be seeing them for a while. I considered disappearing for a couple of hours, but if I did, it might make things worse for Danny and me. It would be worse for me for sure. I was straightening up the bed when Mark walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.  

“Where’s Danny?” I asked.

“He’s waiting for you in the bathroom. You should know that we played around a little in the shower. He said we had to stop if you weren’t okay. So if you’re not okay, you should leave because we’re not stopping.”

Danny was right about two things. Mark’s cock was beautiful, and he was an asshole.

“I know what I want to happen tonight, and we both know what Danny wants, but I’m confused about you. When Danny told me you wanted to watch us, I assumed you were a cuck. Obviously, I was wrong. So, are we good?”

“We’re good as long as it’s clear that I’m not into being cucked.”

“Go take a shower. Your man’s waiting for you. I only washed his backside, so the rest is yours. Don’t take too long.”

The hallway that led to the bathroom stretched out before me. I needed to fix this before I talked with Danny, and there were only two ways I could do that. I could either disappear for a few hours and let Danny and Mark continue without me, or I could stop being jealous and possessive and let Danny enjoy this. I wanted to enjoy it too. Even though I was pretty sure Mark wasn’t going to fuck me tonight. Either way, I needed to turn off the voices in my head, especially the one yelling ‘dead man walking’.

I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Danny was sitting on the floor in his bathrobe, his arms crossed tightly around his chest. “This isn’t working, is it.”

I sat down beside him. “I’m sorry I lost it. Mark and I talked, and we’re okay. But, if you’d rather I leave for a few hours and let you and Mark-”

“No.” Danny interrupted before I could finish. “That’s not what I want.”

“Okay. But I need to shower first. I smell like a 14-year-old boy’s jock strap. Mark said the two of you already spent some time in the shower, so I’ll be quick and meet you in the bedroom.” I kissed Danny’s forehead. “Go.”

“Mark can wait.” Danny took my hand and pulled both of us under the shower. We shampooed and lathered each other. When we walked back into the bedroom, Mark was lying on his back, with his hands behind his head.

“Time out is over. One of you needs to get up here and suck my cock.”

I smacked Danny’s butt and whispered, “I think he means you.” Danny crawled between Mark’s legs and got on his knees and elbows. He looked back to see where I was and pushed his ass up. I crawled up behind him, pulled his ass cheeks apart, and dove my tongue in. If my hand got anywhere near my cock now, the sound of Danny moaning around Mark’s cock would make me come.

Mark flipped Danny onto his back and pulled him up against his chest. “I think Danny’s cock needs some attention, Cal.” Danny spread his legs for me, and I bellied up between them. I didn’t care what Mark wanted or what would happen next. I was going to take my time. I kissed all around Danny’s cock, inhaling his scent and licking his smooth balls before I licked up all the precum dripping from his cock that pooled on his belly. When I took him in my mouth, Mark turned Danny’s head back, and they began kissing passionately. I felt a pang of jealousy, competing for Danny’s attention, but we were pleasuring the man I loved, and he was blissed out.

“C’mere, Cal,” Mark said. I pulled myself up between their legs. Danny’s head was still resting on Mark’s shoulder. Mark gripped my chin and slid his tongue into my mouth. “I’m not a cocksucker, but I wanted to taste him.” Then he turned my head to Danny, and I pressed my lips against his. He parted his lips and moaned into my mouth. The three of us kissed each other this way for long minutes. When we broke apart, Mark turned me around, putting his arm around me so I was lying next to him.

Mark stroked his cock, squeezing out drops of precum for Danny to suck off his fingers. As soon as Danny took the bait, his lips were around the head of Mark’s cock, and his tongue was licking under his foreskin.  

Mark pressed his lips to my ear. “I’m gonna fuck your boyfriend now. Danny wants you to be a part of it, but if you’re gonna freak out, you need to leave.”

“No. I’m staying. As long as I’m a part of it.”

“Then you need to give me five minutes alone with Danny.”

Chapter Five: Guarding

I sat on the stairs, wondering what was happening in our bed, listening with one ear, checking my phone for the time.

It was more like 15 minutes when the door opened and Mark walked out. “I’m gonna leave you two alone for a little while. I’ll be downstairs. Danny’s gonna text me when you want me to come back up.”

Danny was sitting on the edge of the bed when I walked in. “Close the door,” he said. He scooted back on the bed and pulled me on top of him. “Your heart’s beating through your chest, baby.”

“Are you going to ask me to leave?”

“No.”

I was determined not to ask Danny about those 15 minutes he spent alone with Mark, but I did.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Cal. We said some things that might upset you if we said them while the three of us were together.”

“You can’t say that and not tell me, Danny.”

“Mark thinks it would be better if we went to his place. Just him and me. He’s worried you’re going to get upset watching him fuck me. And maybe he’s right.”

“Oh.”

“Look at me, Callum. I’m not going anywhere. We said we would do this together. We can stop, but if we do, I’ll probably get together with Mark on my own. I’m not saying that to hurt you. I want you to be a part of this, and I want Mark to be a part of us tonight. You’re my man. I love having sex with you. I love everything about you, Cal. And I still want every inch of you in me. This is just an itch that needs scratching.”

“I trust you, Danny. Text Mark and let him know we’re waiting for him.”

While we were still alone, I lay Danny back on the bed and brushed my lips against his, telling him how much I loved him. For three years, his body was only for me, until tonight. I lifted him to the edge of the bed and got on my knees. I kissed his cock and ran my tongue over his balls and taint. I felt Mark climb onto the bed. When I spread Danny’s legs, he held them back for me. I pressed my nose to his pucker and breathed him in. I took my time working my tongue into his hole, getting it ready for Mark to fuck. I poured some lube on my fingers and worked them in, opening him up.

I rolled a condom on Mark’s cock and stroked more lube on it. I climbed up on the bed and let Mark take my place between Danny’s legs.

“Slower,” Danny hissed when Mark began to push his cock in.

“Are you okay?” I asked. Danny nodded yes.

Mark continued pushing in until he bottomed out inside Danny’s ass. Mark leaned forward, and Danny raised his head until their mouths pressed into a lover’s kiss. He pushed Danny’s knees back until they were against his chest. Danny turned his head, looking at me to make sure I was still okay with this. I nodded and mouthed the words, ‘I love you’.

Mark began to fuck Danny harder, pulling out and slamming back in. Danny begged for more. His moans and words weren’t any different than when we fucked, but they sounded different to me. I don’t know how long they fucked like that. Sweat was running down Mark’s chest and dripping off his face onto Danny.

Mark pulled out and flipped Danny onto his belly. I think Danny forgot I was there until he saw me.

I lifted him on top of me. His eyes were feral with lust when he slid his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against me. Danny reached between us and wrapped his hand around my stiffening cock. “That’s yours,” I said, and brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead. He smiled and said, “Mine.”

Mark climbed up behind Danny and pulled him up on all fours. Danny’s eyes rolled back into his head when Mark pushed his cock back into Danny’s hole. Mark gripped Danny’s hips and began jackhammering into his hole. The expression on Danny’s face was pained and possessed. I thought Mark might be close. He’d been fucking Danny for at least thirty minutes.

I worried that Mark was stealing parts of Danny that were mine, then Danny opened his eyes and said, “I love you.” He bent down on his elbows and began kissing me as deeply and passionately as Mark was fucking him. When Mark pulled him back against his chest, Danny’s cock bounced up and down with every thrust.

“Keep fucking me!” Danny arched his back and cried out. “I’m gonna come!” Hot cum shot out of his cock and landed on my chest. Danny’s fingers were tangled in Mark’s hair. Danny came without touching himself. Mark had fucked the cum out of him.

Mark wrapped his arms around Danny’s chest and growled, “Fuck. I’m gonna come.” He slammed into Danny’s hole and jerked with every rope he unloaded in Danny’s ass.

When he pulled out, the condom was full.

Danny looked at my naked body covered with his cum. My cock was limp. I’d lost my erection as soon as he let go of it.

“Did you come?” Danny asked.

“It’s okay.” I wriggled out from under Danny. “I need a shower.”

“I’ll come with you,” Danny said. He had one foot on the floor when Mark pulled him back on the bed.

“He’s a grown man. He can take a shower by himself,” Mark said.

I cleaned myself up in the shower and headed back to the bedroom. It was late, so I was hoping Mark had left. When I got to the bedroom, the door was closed. I stopped myself from knocking and opened the door. Mark was on his back. Danny was on his knees above Mark, riding him.

“Either come in, or shut the door and give us some privacy,” Mark barked.

I was ready to throw the cocky fucker out, but I went in and closed the door behind me. Mark’s Hands were gripping Danny’s hips as Danny slowly moved up and down the length of Mark’s rigid shaft, moaning, begging Mark to never stop fucking him. I looked to see if Mark was wearing a condom. He was.  

Danny turned his head to look at me. “Come here, baby.”

Mark pulled Danny down into a kiss, thrusting up into Danny’s ass, fucking him harder. Without breaking their kiss, Danny reached back for me. I went to him and took hold of his hand as he pulled me closer. He straightened up and put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

“I love you,” I told him.

“I know you do.” He wrapped his hand around my cock and began stroking it. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To watch Mark fuck me?”

“Yes,” I muttered.

“Think about fucking my hole after he’s used it, filling me… FUCK!” Danny moaned from the feeling of Mark’s cock pistoning in and out of his ass even harder. “…with your cum… taking me back… making me yours again.” Mark grabbed Danny’s hair and yanked him down for another kiss.

I gripped Mark’s wrist as hard as I could. “You’re hurting him. Let him go.” Mark glared at me, but released his hold, letting Danny up.

Danny looked at me and said, “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” I pressed my hand to Danny’s cheek, turning his head. I brought our mouths together and pushed my tongue between his lips. We kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Danny broke our kiss and said, “I want you to stroke your cock and come for me. Come when I do.”

It wasn’t very long before Danny warned me. “I’m close, baby.” Danny was stroking himself, watching me. “Keep stroking yourself.”

Mark began to moan and grunt. I could tell he was about to come.

 I couldn’t hold back. I was going to come hard. I moved closer to Mark and sprayed my cum all over his chest and face. Seeing that made Danny come.

I lifted Danny off Mark and took him in my arms, making sure the condom was still on Mark’s cock.

Mark was using the bedsheet to wipe my cum off his face. “Unloading all over me doesn’t make you top dog, asshole. I just fucked your boyfriend in front of you. Twice. Can I at least take a shower?”

“Yes. And then you should probably leave,” I said. I expected Danny to follow him to the shower, so lay on the bed and I folded my arms over my eyes, pretending not to care.

But Danny didn’t follow him. He lay down next to me and pulled the sheet over us. That’s how we stayed, not saying a word, until Mark let himself out.

“I’m still yours, Callum,” Danny said in barely a whisper.

I believed he meant it, but we’d never be the same.

Chapter Six: Catch and Face

Danny and I took a shower together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. I woke up before Danny and watched him sleep. He looked so innocent and contented. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

When he finally opened his eyes, he pulled me into a kiss. I reached underneath the bedsheet and wrapped my hand around his cock. Just as he started to get hard, his phone pinged. He grabbed it off the nightstand, looked at the message, and dropped the phone onto the bed.

Danny sat up and said, “We need to talk about last night.”

“I know.”

“Did you like it?”

“Most of it. I loved watching you. Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“I guess this means our relationship has changed now,” I said.

“Why? Nothing changed. We still love each other.”

“We were monogamous until last night.”

Danny’s phone pinged again. He read the message and put the phone down.

“Do you want to do it again?” I asked.

Danny looked into my eyes, but hesitated before saying, “Yes.”

“With Mark?”

“Yes.”

His phone pinged again. He read the message.

Then it pinged again. And again.

“Is everything okay, Danny? Who keeps texting you?”

“Mark. He just wants to make sure we’re okay.”

“Danny, he sent you five texts. Is there something you don’t want me to see?”

Danny looked apprehensive, but handed me the phone.

Mark: I had a great time last night.

Mark: I just want to make sure you’re okay.

Mark: Repeat?

Mark: My cock misses your perfect ass.

Mark: Come over.

The last text was a picture of Mark’s hard cock

I threw the sheets off me and got out of bed, “I’m gonna go for a run.”

Things were tense between Danny and me for a few days. We were both quiet, tiptoeing around each other. We didn’t mention the texts, and I didn’t ask him if he replied to Mark. But by Wednesday, everything was pretty much like it had been before the three-way. When we went to bed that night. I made love to him, and when I fucked him again in the morning, I reminded him that he was mine.

Mark showed up at basketball on Saturday, acting like I was his best friend. I knew Danny wanted another three-way with him. This time, I wasn’t going to let Mark cuckhold me. I couldn’t find Danny, so I went looking for Mark after the game to tell him that we wanted to see him again. I was about to check the locker room when Mark came walking out. I told him we wanted a repeat, and, of course, he said, “Yes.”

“Have you seen Danny?” I asked.

“No. Not since the game ended,” Mark lied.

I went out to the car, but he wasn’t there. When I walked back into the gym, Danny was standing outside the locker room.

“Where were you?”

“I was looking for you. I thought maybe you were in the locker room.” Danny answered hesitantly, afraid Cal saw him follow Mark into the locker room.

Danny seemed surprised when I told him that I’d invited Mark over for another three-way.

Mark showed up Saturday night wearing worn Levi’s, a Reds baseball cap, and a leather jacket opened to his bare chest. He looked like he just stepped out of ’80s porn. He grabbed Danny’s ass, looking at me, and said, “You’re a lucky man, Cal. I’m not sure I’d share Danny if he were my boyfriend.”

We skipped the foreplay, went directly to the bedroom, took off our clothes, and fell into bed. Mark wrapped a hand around my wrists and pushed my arms back over my head. I felt Danny go down on me at the same time Mark straddled my chest. He waved his cock in my face and lined it up with my mouth. I raised my head to lick it. 

“Un uh. Open your mouth,” Mark said, rolling back his foreskin. He wrapped his free hand around his cock and squeezed out a fat pearl of his precum, letting it fall into my mouth along with a drop of his spit. “Maybe I’ll fuck you if you behave yourself tonight.” He held my head between his hands and fucked my face, staring down at me with a snarky grin.

“Fuuuck, Cal. Now I know where Danny learned to be such a good cock sucker.” He wrapped a hand around my throat, choking me while I gagged on his cock. I was determined to make him come, so I sucked his cock and balls, edging him until I felt his cock start to swell in my mouth. Before he pulled it out of my mouth, a spurt of cum leaked out onto my tongue. “Whoa. You almost made me come, Cal. I need to save that for… later.”  

I don’t know how long we’d been at it. We were all covered in sweat. We kept tumbling over and under each other, sparring over a mouth or cock or ass to possess. I told Mark I was going to fuck Danny while he watched this time.

Mark pressed his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Maybe we should ask Danny which of us he wants to fuck him more?” Mark and I locked horns a few times after that, but Danny was still giving me as much attention as he was Mark.

“Cal told me he’s gonna fuck you in front of me. Do you want me to fuck you in front of him first?” Mark whispered into Danny’s ear loud enough for me to hear.

Danny looked at me. “You should go first.”

I moved down the bed and crawled between Mark and Danny’s legs. There was no way I was going to let Mark push me out. I lifted Danny’s balls and licked his taint up to his balls. I slid my tongue up his cock and licked the precum dripping from the tip. I felt drunk from the taste of it. I was close enough to Mark’s ass that I could smell him and taste his sweat. I stuck my nose between his cheeks and inhaled his scent like a dog in heat. I took his moans as permission to keep going, so I rimmed him until he turned his head to look back at me. “You’re not gonna fuck me.”

Mark rolled onto his back so that Danny was on top. Danny pushed his ass up and pulled his cheeks wide. I buried my nose in his crack and licked his pucker, working my tongue in deep, getting him ready for my cock. I grabbed the lube and opened Danny’s hole with one of my fingers, then two, then three, all the way to my knuckles. I reached between his legs and wrapped my other hand around his cock, and started stroking him. He turned his head to look at me. “Don’t make me come.”

He and Mark started making out, so I lubed my dick and grabbed a condom off the nightstand. I got on my knees behind Danny and slapped my cock on his ass. “Are you ready for my cock, baby?” I said, rubbing his back, thinking he’d answer me. “Danny?” He kept making out with Mark. I put the condom on the pillow next to Mark’s head and got off the bed. I shut the bedroom door behind me and went downstairs to the living room. I put in my earbuds, so I didn’t have to hear them fucking.

Danny walked down the stairs naked and dishevelled, looking thoroughly fucked. He saw me sitting on the couch. “There you are. I looked over and you were gone. Are you okay? Why are you in your sweats?”

“Why did you pretend not to hear me?”

“When?”

“How long did it take you to notice that I wasn’t there?”

“What?”

“I’ve been sitting down here for 40 minutes.”

The expression on Danny’s face was pained guilt. “I’m sorry,” he said. Then he turned around and walked back to the bedroom. I heard him tell Mark that he should leave. When Mark asked him why, Danny said, “I need to be alone with Cal.” Danny was wearing a pair of boxers when he and Mark came downstairs.

Mark looked directly at me and said, “What’s the problem now, Callum?”

 I got to my feet and opened the front door. “Danny’s the only person who gets to call me Callum. Leave us alone.”

Danny said he was going to take a shower. I followed him up and got in the shower with him. I washed his chest, then his back and legs. I ran my hand between his cheeks and gently rubbed his hole, letting out a wet fart. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. “I’m pretty sore.” I looked at my hand and brought my fingers to my nose. “You let him fuck you without a condom.” Danny couldn’t look at me. I grabbed a towel and left him in the shower. I didn’t bother drying off. I threw on some clothes and left the house.

When I came back, it was nearly 3:00 a.m.. It didn’t occur to me that Danny might not be there until I put the key in the door. But he was there, curled up on the couch with a blanket over him, watching me.

“This changes everything, Danny. We should have talked about it before you let him fuck without a condom. Come to bed.”

When I walked into the bedroom, there were clean sheets on the bed. The room smelled of bergamot from a candle that had burnt down to a flicker. I stripped out of my clothes and climbed into bed. Danny came in a few minutes later and turned off the light. He crawled into bed next to me. I pulled him against me and wrapped my arm around him. “I’m not going to let this ruin us,” I said. He rested his head on my chest and fell asleep.

Danny and I were inseparably close, almost from the beginning. There had never been anything we couldn’t discuss or a problem we couldn’t resolve together. And there had never been anything or anyone that came between us, until now. I told Danny that we needed to talk.

“I don’t know how to get past this, Danny.”

“Liking Mark doesn’t make me love you any less. I still want us to be boyfriends, and maybe more someday. You will always come first. I know we’re done having three-ways, and I don’t want an open relationship. But how would you feel about giving Mark and me some time alone once in a while? Then, you and Mark could have time alone without me.

“Stop pretending there’s a Mark and me. There’s Mark and you. Are you in love with him?”

“It’s not love, but it’s not nothing. I love you. You’re who I want to spend my life with.”

“What exactly is ‘once in a while’?”

“It wouldn’t be very often, and just for a couple of hours. You and I would be together most of the time, just like now, and we’d still be together every night.”

“You want this that bad? Even at the expense of our relationship?”

“It doesn’t have to be. Can we at least try this?”

“I’m willing to try,” I told him. I couldn’t risk losing him. “But we both need to go on PrEP. I’m pretty sure you’re not the only guy he’s fucking without a condom.”

Danny looked stunned, as if it never occurred to him that Mark was still hooking up with other men.

Danny waited a whole month after the waiting period was over for PrEP to be effective before telling me he was going to Mark’s apartment for a couple of hours.

We came home from the gym around 3:00 p.m., and Danny got ready. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. We can have dinner together. I love you,” he said as he left the house.

 A little after 9:00 p.m., I called Danny, and Mark answered.

“Danny’s in the shower. Sorry. We lost track of the time. Don’t be a jealous boyfriend. He always comes home to you after we fuck.”

“What did you say?”

“You should probably ask him. I’ll tell him you called.”

“Mark?”

“Yes, Cal?”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

I was packed by the time Danny came home. Waiting.

“I’m sorry, Cal. I know I said I’d be home for dinner. Don’t be mad,” he said.

When he saw the suitcase, he asked, “Why’s your suitcase out?”

“I’m going to stay with my brother.”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know. I’ll come back for the rest of my clothes in a few days. It would be better if you weren’t here.”

 “I don’t understand.” Danny started to cry.

“Don’t you fucking cry, Danny. How long have the two of you been fucking behind my back? How many times was my dick up your ass after he fucked you? No wonder you’re always sore. Why did you keep letting me believe in us? You trashed everything I cherished most in this world. FUCK!”

Chapter Seven: End Lines

I stayed with my brother until I found a place on the other side of town, far enough away from the house Danny and I’d been sharing. It had been nearly a year since I moved out. I was currently dating a great guy. I left Danny in the past. Then I ran into him at a Celtics game.

I was in the concession line when I felt a hand, his hand, on my shoulder.

“Cal? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here. The last Celtics game I was at was with you.”

His eyes wandered to the man standing next to me. “Danny, this is Tom.” 

“I’ll meet you back at our seats, Callum,” Tom said. “Nice to meet you, Danny.”

“Boyfriend?” Danny asked.

I nodded.

“You look good; even more handsome, if that’s possible,” he said. “I miss you.”

“Half-time’s almost over. Tom will be looking for me. I should get back to our seats. Take care of yourself.” I turned and walked away.

“Cal, wait.”

I kept going and didn’t look back.

To be continued.

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Warm cum quickly soaked into my shirt and pressed against my skin. My body swelled and was wracked with bursts of sexual energy that washed over every part of me in waves. The closeness of Robert flooded my brain with the feelings of longing and loneliness I had been feeling for a long time. I couldn’t recall the last time I felt the warmth of any human contact—the feeling of a connection, and feeling desired by someone who wanted me, as much as I wanted them.

 Was it wrong to feel this connection to a young man? To any man? Feeling Robert next to me didn’t feel bad at all. It felt more right in the moment than anything I had felt in a long time, if ever. Robert needed shelter from the cold and the storm, and I needed to feel something and be needed and desired in return.  

 My heart felt heavy as I started to comprehend how deep the pit of loneliness had been weighing on me. I couldn’t verbalize it to myself, and I had no one in my life I could share it with, and now Robert was here, and for a few moments, the weight of it was gone as if it never existed.   

 The cum became cold against my skin, and I needed to change my shirt, but I was afraid that if I pulled away from Robert, the painful feelings would flood me once again. I took a breath and slowly pulled myself up. “I need to change my shirt,” I said as I walked across the dark room. I carefully removed the cum coated shirt, then picked up the damp towel that Robert had left on the floor after his shower, and began to wipe clean what was clinging to my chest.

 I found a clean shirt, then hesitantly returned to Robert and the sofa. Would he accept me back? Would he let me hold him again? I purposely sat closer to Robert, hoping he would make the move to nestle his body once more to me. Robert didn’t move, and the familiar pang of loneliness started to creep over me like a dark, cold blanket.

 “Thank you,” I said, trying to break the silence, wanting it to relax Robert so that he would return to an embrace. Nothing. “My name is Paul. I’m sorry I lied to you,” he said. “Oh, ok. Nice to meet you, Paul,” I said as if we were meeting anew.

 “Thanks for um….” I said, not able to verbalize the act. I felt a flush of awkwardness even trying to talk about it. “You felt really good, and you’re a really good kisser,” Robert said, and an embarrassed warmth flooded my body once more. “You are, too,” I said. I flashed on the feeling of his lips, of his kiss, of how soft and slow it started, and how it built up in intensity. It seemed to drive my passion and ultimately my orgasm.

 “We should get sleep. I don’t think the power will be on anytime soon. If you want to take the bed, I can sleep here.” I offered. “Can we share the bed?” Paul asked, his voice trembling a bit. The thought had occurred to me, but I didn’t think I could find the nerve to ask it. “Ok,” I said softly, my heart beating in my chest. Deep inside, it was what I had been hoping for.

 Robert stood up first and, without hesitation, removed the oversized pair of sweatpants and T-shirt I had lent him. The candlelight made his naked form glisten, and as he turned to face me, I could see the profile of his hard cock. I was a bit taken aback by his nakedness and quickly looked away.

 Nervously, I removed my pants and T-shirt and made my way toward the bed. I could feel the excitement pulse in my body, directing its energy to my quickly hardening cock. Paul reached for my underwear and lowered them to the floor. My dick sprang free as a chill of awkwardness flooded my body.

 Paul pulled back the covers and slid his naked form into the bed, moving closer to the wall. Holding the blankets back, he waited for me to climb in next to him. I took a deep breath and slid onto the bed, staying to the furthest edge. Paul lowered the blankets, and the room went deafly quiet.

 I lay on my back, looking up at the flickering lights dancing across the ceiling. Excitement and nervousness tangled in my mind. Paul stirred in the bed, and I held my breath waiting to see what he was going to do. To my disappointment, he rolled onto his side, with his back to me.

 My face flushed with heat; I felt stupid for thinking that he was interested in me. What happened earlier was a moment of regret for him, or maybe he felt like that was what he needed to do to pay me back for taking him in. I felt a surge of irritation for how stupid I felt, and I wanted to yell. As the weight of loneliness returned, the feelings of sadness and anger washed over me.

 Wallowing in my self-pity was short-lived as Paul reached back and took my hand and pulled me to him. Reluctantly, I turned my body so that I was pressed against his. Paul wriggled back so that he was nestling tightly against me, my arm draped carelessly over him.

 Just as fast as I allowed myself to wallow in the pain, the sense of relief and excitement flooded my body. Paul took my hand and brought it up to his chest, holding it close. His smaller frame was warm and fit like a puzzle piece against my larger body. Paul moved himself even closer to me, and my hard dick pressed against the center of his ass. The feeling caused my dick to pulse in response. “You feel good,” Paul said softly. Paul felt incredible, but I couldn’t manage to voice the words I wanted to say.

 Paul took my hand and moved it slowly over his smooth body. Over his chest, and his lean, muscled abs, and down until it came to rest on the soft patch of pubic hair. My hand touched his cock, and instinctively, I pulled away, feeling embarrassed, but Paul held it in place. I relaxed, and Paul released my hand, giving me approval to touch him.

 This was the first cock I ever touched other than my own. It felt strange, but good, and different. Paul’s cock was long and not as thick as mine, but it was hard like a pipe. The skin covering it was smooth, flawless, and warm as my fingers investigated every part of it. As I moved my hand getting to know the feeling, Paul moaned and pushed back into me even harder, driving his ass against my very hard cock.

 Wet seemed to drip from Paul’s cockhead, and I started to run my thumb through it and slid it over the piss slit. This seemed to excite Paul as he began to moan and pant and slide his ass against my cock as he squirmed under the attention I was paying to his hardness.

 Our bodies meshed while I took pleasure in playing with Paul’s cock. I couldn’t explain the feeling of excitement I felt as I observed Paul becoming so aroused. It was a type of control, of satisfaction that I didn’t know I needed, until this moment. Paul’s cock continued to ooze the wet slippery fluid, and I continued to run it over and around the head of his dick, then sliding it down the base on one side and up the other. The motion was alien to me and somehow familiar too. It just seemed to come naturally, and Paul’s moans told me I was doing it right.

 Paul took a deep breath and then stopped my hand. He didn’t say anything, but I suspected that he was close. He turned to me in bed. Even in the room lit by only candles, I could make out the look on his face. His eyes relayed a sense of fear and loneliness that mirrored my own. There was a sense of innocence, and an even more profound sense of desire and temptation.  

 I found contentment just looking at him and just lying there in the dark, naked under the blankets, watching him. Silent communication passed between us. No words had to be spoken to convey the thoughts that passed between us. His grey eyes seemed to flicker from the candlelight as we watched each other.

 Words unspoken, we moved closer, and our lips touched once more. Like before, it was a small peck. A guiltless touch. Then they touched again. I felt the warmth of his breath on my face, and his eyes closed as our lips connected fully. I didn’t close my eyes as I had a desire to watch him. To see his passion. There was something about Paul that just felt right, but that I couldn’t understand. It felt more right than anything I had felt in forever.

 I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him closer to me. Our lips and tongues intertwined in the most personal of ways. I didn’t want it to stop, or end, I wanted to feel his lips and tongue for as long as he would grant me that right to them.

 Without breaking our kiss, Paul slowly moved his body on top of mine. My body engulfed his, pulling him into the deepest embrace possible. Our dicks slid alongside each other as our bodies held them tight. My hands roamed down Paul’s back, feeling his firm body. His skin was smooth and warm as my hands moved down over his firm, round ass covered in soft hair.

 Paul spread his legs slightly as my fingers ran down the crack of his ass, passing over his hole. Paul began to move, gyrating his cock against mine. Precum flowed between us, making our dicks slide easily from Paul’s natural lube. Paul began to moan, and his grinding became more deliberate. My dick throbbed from the feeling of him grinding into me, and soon both of our bodies were gyrating and meshing together.

 “Oh fuck,” Paul hissed, pulling his mouth from mine. His body became rigid, then a trembling wave of energy rushed through him, and then I felt warmth flow between us. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Paul moaned on the verge of incoherence as the throes of the orgasm took control of his body.

 Panting, Paul’s body began to relax, and he looked into my eyes, and there was a playful grin and a sense of pure pleasure on his face. Paul’s mouth found mine, and we kissed again.

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Recap: Ethan found Leo again a week later, this time in the gym showers. Said the blowjob helped him last longer with his date and wanted another round. Leo hesitated, but Ethan knew exactly how to push. What started as a “bro favor” turned into something rougher, deeper, filthier. Ethan face-fucking Leo under the water, leaving him soaked and dripping. Before leaving, he smirked and said, “Might need to call you over if the date doesn’t go well.”

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It was a little past 11 when I got a text on my phone. It must have been Ethan.

I quickly checked.

Ethan:
my man
wanna hang out?
emily fucking cancelled. bitch

There was a pinned location along with the texts. No explanation. He just assumed I’d come. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, heart already picking up. Well, he was right. What he didn’t know or maybe he did was that I would’ve shown up no matter the time, no matter the reason. If it meant tasting his cock again, I’d be there. He didn’t have to explain. Didn’t even have to ask. Just drop a pin and wait.

I got up without thinking, grabbed my keys, and was in the car within minutes.

His apartment was exactly how I expected. Dim, lazy, half-clean. TV glowing across the living room, low porn sounds playing over shitty speakers. He didn’t get up when I knocked. Just shouted, “Yo…It’s open.”

He was on the couch. Gym shorts. Nothing else. Legs spread. One hand on his thigh, the other holding a beer. Porn full-screen on the TV. Loud. Messy. Some guy railing a girl from behind. He looked over his shoulder. “Bro, I hope it’s not too late. I texted her right after I left the gym…was fucking horny. But bitch cancelled.” He turned back to the screen, still scrolling. “Now I’m just sitting here, trying to get a nut in, and I thought… might as well text you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re already hard? I just sucked you off like an hour ago” I glanced down at his shorts.

He laughed, looked down at himself, and rubbed the bulge lazily. “Fuck yeah. Been thinking about fucking a tight pussy all night.” He nodded at the TV. “Damn, look at her ass. So fucking huge.”

His hand was already working his crotch, slow and casual.

I smirked. “Fuck it. Pass me a cushion for my knees?”

He grabbed a cushion from the couch, tossed it down between his legs like it was nothing. I knelt on it as he leaned back, tugged his shorts down to mid-thigh, and spread his legs wide.

His cock flopped out, already thick and dripping.

“Anyways,” he muttered, eyes on the screen, “your throat does a better job than any chick’s.”

I didn’t say anything. Just leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft, tasting pre-cum and sweat. He groaned low, hand resting on my head like it belonged there.

The porn moaned on behind me. Wet, sloppy sounds from the screen blending with mine. I took him deeper, letting spit spill out of my mouth as I sucked, tongue circling the head, then flattening beneath the shaft.

He shifted his hips slightly, easing in deeper. I gagged once, then relaxed my throat and let him slide in all the way.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “Gag on that shit, bro.”

His eyes stayed on the screen, watching some guy rail a girl from behind while he fucked my mouth with slow, lazy thrusts like it was just part of the background noise. His hand tightened in my hair, the other stroking his thigh. My jaw ached. My throat burned. My own cock throbbed untouched.

“Damn,” he muttered, voice thick, “the video makes it easy to forget you’re a dude.”

Then he stood up. His shorts dropped to his ankles with a quiet thud. I shifted on the cushion, tilting my head up to meet him. His cock stood fully hard now; thick, flushed dark, veins bulging along the shaft. A string of pre-cum clung to the tip, stretching, then dropping to my lip as I stared.

He gripped my head with both hands, fingers threading tight into my hair. His abs tensed above me, muscles flexing as he angled his hips forward.

“Go deeper, bro,” he growled. “Fuck… I want you to drool the fuck on this cock.”

Then he pulled my face onto him with a jerk. His cock slammed past my tongue, hit the back of my throat in one wet, brutal shove. I gagged, blinked up at him, and he didn’t flinch. Just stared at the porn playing on the screen, both hands locked on my head, holding me there like I was just another prop in his jerkoff routine.

“Yeah… just like that,” he breathed. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

Spit poured from my mouth. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. It ran down my chin, slicked my neck, pooled at the base of his cock. He liked it. I could tell. He started thrusting, small tight pumps that made my nose slap against his abs.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he laughed. “Good boy.”

My throat ached. My knees burned. But I stayed there, breathing through my nose, letting him use my mouth like it was a fleshlight. The slaps of his hips got louder. His moans, deeper. “Open wider, buddy,” he muttered. “Don’t fight it. C’mon. open up that throat.”

I tried to respond but my mouth was full of his cock. Just drooled harder, tongue pressed flat under his cock as he fucked in deep, heavy, harder each time.

The porn kept playing…wet sounds, fake moans, a girl choking on camera while I gagged in real life. He laughed at one point. “Damn, you might suck harder than her.”

He pulled out once. Slapped the tip against my cheek. A line of spit snapped from my lip to his cock. He smeared the head across my mouth. “Open.”

I opened. He shoved it back in. This time he didn’t stop. He started thrusting faster, rougher and more controlled. Full-on face-fucking me like it was a pussy he wanted to fuck. His hands gripped tighter, his breathing turned ragged, and even as my throat burned, I let it…welcomed every inch of it.

I felt him move closer to my face, grinding forward like he was trying to close the last inch of space between his cock and my throat. My face was buried in his crotch, nose pressed to his skin, barely any distance left between us.

“Fuck… deeper… deeper, man.”

I grabbed onto his waist for support, fingers digging into his sides. He took that as a green light and started thrusting harder. The slap of his hips against my face got louder, wetter.

“Ah-ah-fuck-ah,” he moaned, every sound more raw than the last.

Spit was pouring down my face, thick and stringy, soaking my chin, neck, chest. I was a mess. His cock kept hitting the back of my throat like it belonged there.

He glanced at the TV, still playing loud in the background. The girl onscreen was bent over, taking it rough. “Bro,” he said, voice low and breathless, “you think you could take it in the ass like she’s doing?”

My mouth was still full of his cock. I couldn’t answer. But something shifted in the air between us the second he asked. He pulled out…slow, wet and I gasped quietly, spit stringing from my lip to his cock.

I sat back on my heels. Looked up at him. Swallowed hard. “Dude… I’ve never been fucked before.”

Ethan was breathing heavy, sweat shining along his chest. He stared down at me like he was deciding something. “C’mon man,” he said, voice low. “Don’t you like my cock?”

I looked up at him, lips still slick, throat raw. “Yeah… I do. A lot.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then what’s the problem bro?”

I hesitated. “I mean… what happened? Does my mouth not feel as good anymore?”

He laughed under his breath, shaking his head like I was insane. “Bro. Your mouth’s insane. Better than anyone I’ve ever been with. No question.” He stepped closer, still holding the lube. “But my cock wanted to fuck tonight. Like, it was fully ready for pussy. And then this chick cancelled. So now it’s just…” He looked down at it…thick, veiny, dripping pre-cum. “Frustrated.”

He met my eyes again. “I’m not gonna fuck you, alright? Not unless you want it. I’ll just slide it between your cheeks. Maybe rub the head there. I just need to feel something warm.”

I stood up slowly, heart pounding harder than it had any time during the gym set earlier. My voice came out quiet, almost like I was trying to convince myself more than him. “Uhm… okay. I’ve been thinking about how it would feel.”

He grinned; big, filthy, proud. “That’s my fucking man.” He slapped his thigh, then pointed to the couch. “C’mon. Get those pants off and get on the couch. Face down, ass up.”

My fingers moved before I could think. I undid the drawstring, pushed my sweats down to my ankles, and stepped out. My legs felt shaky. My dick was hard. I didn’t try to hide it.

I climbed onto the couch; knees digging into the cushions, arms folded under me. I lowered my chest, left my ass arched in the air, completely exposed. The room was warm, but my skin buzzed with nerves. With need.

Ethan walked up behind me. I felt the heat of his body even before he touched me. He reached out, palmed one cheek, gave it a slow squeeze. “Damn,” he muttered. “Didn’t know you had an ass like this. No wonder you suck cock like you’ve got something to prove.”

He grabbed my ass with both hands now and squeezed, hard. “Fuuuck, man… this bunda.”

I couldn’t help it; I laughed, cheek pressed to the cushion. “Yeah, I do Bulgarian split squats a lot.”

“Shit shows,” he muttered, low and hungry.

I felt the couch shift behind me as he climbed up. His legs slid on either side of mine, thighs pressing into mine, spreading me wider. His chest hovered just above my back. I could feel his heat, his breath. His weight not all the way down, but close. Trapping me there.

Then he reached forward, palms flat against the couch by my shoulders, caging me in.

And that’s when he started slapping his cock against my ass. Wet, heavy smacks. One. Two. Three.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You hear that?”

I nodded, cheek still down. “Loud and clear.”

He laughed. “Your ass is fucking majestic, bro.”

His cock dragged slow between my cheeks now, wet with precum. I felt it twitch, thick and throbbing. The head bumped my hole. Just a tease. Just enough to make my hips jerk.

“Easy,” he whispered, grinding the shaft between my cheeks again. “I said no fucking unless you ask.”

But every slap. Every press. Every slow drag of his cock was making my hole twitch more and more. My cock was pressed hard against the couch now, leaking little drops onto the fabric with every breath.

Then he paused.

Stood up without a word.

I looked back, confused. He disappeared down the hallway. I thought maybe he was done; that maybe he’d freaked out. But a second later, he came back.

With a bottle of lube in his hand.

“Dude,” he grinned, twisting the cap open. “Let’s make this ass wet.”

He climbed back onto the couch behind me, straddling me again like before. I heard the squirt. Then a fat, wet splash as he poured a load of it over his cock. Then he took more in his hand, dragged it down between my cheeks, and with two fingers, started coating the inside of my hairy ass with it; messy, casual, like he’d done it a hundred times before.

I flinched.

“Ah—fuck, that’s cold,” I gasped, hips jolting forward a little.

He laughed under his breath, fingers still working me open. “Chill, man. I’ll warm it up with my cock.”

His fingers slid slick around my hole, spreading me. He wasn’t pushing in. Not yet. Just rubbing in circles, coating the rim, dragging that lube deep between my cheeks until everything felt slippery and loose. “Damn,” he muttered, leaning in, his breath on my neck. “You weren’t kidding. You been doing Bulgarian splits or growing this ass for me?”

I huffed out a shaky laugh, barely able to reply. My cock was grinding into the couch at this point, throbbing, dripping. Every slow swirl of his fingers made me twitch harder.

“You good?” he asked, still rubbing lube over me, lower now, like he was about to line up.

I swallowed. “Y-Yeah. Just… feels fucking insane.”

“Good,” he said, cocky as hell. “Let’s keep it at insane.”

His cock pressed down between my cheeks, thick and hot and wet now. He didn’t push in..just started grinding. Long, slow drags between my ass, letting the lube spread, the head sliding over my hole again and again.

“Fffuck,” he groaned. “This is what my cock needed.”

He adjusted behind me, legs pressed against mine on the couch, chest grazing my back. One hand held my waist, the other palming my ass, guiding every grind. His cock moved wet between my cheeks, dragging heavy and lazy, slapping sometimes, grinding other times.

“Shit, man,” he muttered, voice breathless. “Your ass is eating this shit up. Cold as fuck. My cock is loving it.”

I could feel it. My hole twitching under every pass. His cock head catching on it again and again, rubbing, teasing, not quite going in but so fucking close. I gasped, grinding back just a little.

“You good?” he asked again, softer now, the rhythm slowing as he paused at my hole.

I nodded, breath shaky. “Yeah…”

A beat passed.

Then I heard myself say it; quiet, but clear.

“…Maybe just the tip?”

He froze for half a second like he hadn’t expected me to actually say it. Then his grip tightened on my waist, and I felt his cock throb right against my hole.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he breathed, grinning into my shoulder.

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Years ago, not long after I had graduated from law school, maybe a year and a half into the real world, I found myself driving to a small town a couple hours away to hand-deliver some contracts. It was the kind of errand a junior associate might grumble about, but technically, I wasn’t even that. Although I had passed the bar, I was still working as a contract proofreader at a mid-sized firm, tucked away on the fourth floor of a glass-paneled professional building, the tallest building in town. My job was to go over finalized legal documents with a fine-tooth comb, catching typos, inconsistencies, or formatting quirks before the contracts made their way to the signatures that sealed the deals. I had a good eye for detail, and more than once I’d flagged clauses that needed to be rewritten entirely, earning me a quiet reputation for competence. The partners had recently bumped my pay and dangled the prospect of an actual title in front of me, which felt like progress.

By all outward measures, I was doing well. The pay was decent, the hours manageable, and no one hovered over my shoulder. I liked the quiet solitude of my work, the distant hum of office equipment, and the rhythmic click of red pens against thick paper. I was on a track, perhaps not the fast one, but a solid one.

However, when the office lights dimmed at the end of the day and I returned to my small apartment with its particle board furniture and hand-me-down dishes, I often felt the weight of something missing. What I really wanted, though I rarely admitted it out loud, was someone to share it all with. Someone to listen to my stories about misplaced modifiers and endless legalese and maybe even laugh. My love life was, in all honesty, a loveless life.

Dating, in those pre-Internet days, was a challenge for a gay man unless you had connections or confidence. I had neither. There were no apps to scroll through, no social media groups to join.  A handful of coded conversations in office break rooms or chance encounters at the occasional dingy gay bar. The only gay club in my city was a low-ceilinged, sticky-floored affair with flickering neon lights and a clientele who mostly wanted anonymity more than connection. The place smelled like smoke and spilled beer, and the bathroom smelled like a cum rag that should have been tossed out with the trash.  I could never shake the uneasy feeling that being seen there could cost me professionally. The shadow of the AIDS crisis loomed large in those days, too, adding a layer of fear and grief to even the most casual flirtation.

At work, there was one man in the building whom others whispered about. He worked on the floor below me in an accounting firm and had the kind of walk and mannerisms that caused people to snicker behind coffee cups. He had a high, nasal voice and wrists that fluttered when he talked. He always winked at me in the hallway. I knew, almost instinctively, that he was gay, and I wondered if befriending him might give me a way in, an entry into a world I hadn’t yet accessed. Fear always held me back. I wasn’t out at work, and I didn’t know whom I could trust. Better to stay silent than risk everything for a maybe.  Those were the words I lived by.  I could have cross-stitched them in the dark.

So I was a mostly content but quietly lonely man on that warm spring afternoon, cruising down a two-lane highway with a folder of signed contracts on the passenger seat and a belly beginning to grumble. The sky was a soft blue, streaked with faint clouds, and the fields along the side of the road were lush with early bloom, thick patches of red Indian paintbrush, yellow black-eyed Susans, and nodding bluebonnets swaying in the breeze. The highway itself stretched long and empty ahead of me, like a ribbon tossed across the hills.

I was thinking vaguely about food, whether I should stop at the grocery store on the way home or just surrender to fast food, when the car gave a violent jolt. A loud thump rattled the frame, followed by a dragging resistance that sent a ripple of anxiety through my chest. I eased onto the shoulder, flipped on the hazard lights, and stepped out.

The air smelled faintly of dust and warm grass. Sure enough, the left rear tire was sagging low, a gleaming piece of metal embedded near the tread. I must’ve run over a nail or a shard of something sharp.

I sighed and walked to the trunk, retrieving the jack. My dad had taught me how to change a tire back when I was barely tall enough to see over the hood. “You never know when your mom’s going to need help,” he’d said, holding the tools like they were sacred heirlooms. The memory made me smile, despite the inconvenience.

I crouched beside the car and set to work, bracing myself against the sun-heated metal as I tried to loosen the lug nuts. They were tight, too tight, and I was just about to get the longer wrench when the soft woop of a siren startled me. I turned to see a police cruiser pulling up behind me, lights flashing gently in the afternoon sun.

The driver’s side door opened, and a tall figure stepped out, the silhouette crisp against the glare. He walked toward me with the easy, unhurried stride of someone used to being noticed. Even before I could see his face clearly, I knew he was attractive.

I stood up and brushed my hands on my slacks. “Hi,” I called, voice casual but a little too eager. As he approached, his details came into focus: tall, a little over six feet, lean, broad-shouldered, his uniform clean and well-fitted. He moved like he knew how to use his body, not in a showy way, but with quiet confidence.

He was painfully handsome.  Perfect features as I’d never seen before.  And inside me, I felt, well, nothing.

“How’s it going?” he asked, his voice a low, smooth baritone that should have sent a shiver across my skin, a longing in my loins.  But there was nothing.

“The nuts are a little tight,” I replied. “I was just about to get the longer wrench from the back. My name’s John Putnam.”

He gave a quick nod, extending his hand. “Jackson. Russell Jackson.”

We shook; his grip was firm, assured, not too rough.  I felt the jolt of something.  A pang of sadness in my heart.  What was wrong with me?  Here was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and I didn’t even feel the superficial want that goes with a one-night stand.

He had a strong, square jaw that made him look both rugged and noble, the kind of chin you only ever see in old Westerns or firefighter calendars. His eyes were a light, unreadable green, rimmed in lashes that darkened slightly in the sun, and his dark blond hair was just visible beneath the brim of his gray felt cowboy hat that seemed to be required headwear of those in the sheriff’s department. He tilted his head slightly when he spoke.  “Nice to meet you as well,” he said with that voice that should have made me hard.  I figured he was about ten to twenty years older than I was.

I turned toward the open trunk, feeling his gaze lingering on me. My fingers found the wrench, its weight familiar in my hand.  “This should make loosening those nuts a little easier,” I offered, holding it out handle-first.

He chuckled softly, accepting it. “Most people don’t keep one of those in their trunks.”

“I can thank my dad for that,” I said, brushing a bit of grit off the metal. “He gave me this one when I got my first car.”

“Good father,” he replied.

I paused, fingers tightening around the tool as I took it back from him. The words hit me harder than expected, scraping against something raw.
“Yeah. I miss him.”

The words came out quieter than I meant. I stood upright again, trying not to show the shift in my chest.

Officer Jackson nodded; no awkward condolences, his eyes remained fixed on me. Just a simple gesture. Somehow, I knew he understood.  “Why don’t I get the spare out while you loosen those nuts,” he said, stepping toward the back.

“Thanks,” I muttered, crouching beside the wheel. One by one, I gave each lug nut a half-turn to the left, the strain grounding me. I heard the solid thunk of the spare tire being gently placed on the gravel. Most guys I knew, myself included, would’ve just let it drop. But not him.

He knelt beside me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body. Together, we started removing the damaged tire, our movements efficient but unhurried.

“You’re gonna have to replace that,” he said, brushing his knuckles across the frayed rubber. “You can’t repair damage like that.”

I turned toward him. Our faces were barely a foot apart. His jaw was mildly stubbled, his mouth slightly parted. Why did I not feel the overwhelming, reckless urge to lean in and feel the scrape of his unshaven chin against my skin, to taste that smirk on his lips?  Stop, I warned myself. There’s nothing here for you.  I dropped my eyes quickly to the ground.  “Your shirt,” I blurted. The spare tire had left a smeared arc of black dust across his chest, staining the khaki fabric with a partial tire track.

“Yeah,” he said casually, glancing down. “It happens.  All too often. I keep a spare shirt in the cruiser for times like these.  Actually, I keep two.”

His tone was so relaxed, so unfazed, I could tell the mess didn’t bother him.  He was more concerned about helping me than what he looked like. That landed differently.

“Let me get it cleaned for you. I insist.”

He hesitated, a flicker of something passing through his eyes. For a split second, I thought he might refuse. But then, “You insist?” he asked, one brow arched, amused.

“Yes,” I said, perhaps too quickly.

He smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough to stir something in my stomach.  “Let’s get this spare on first, then we can discuss the logistics.”

Was that a wink?
Yes.
It was.  Was he feeling something for me?  Why couldn’t I return the feeling?

We secured the spare, returned the tools, and tucked the damaged tire into the trunk. A light breeze stirred the dust along the roadside as I followed him to the passenger side of his cruiser, a static buzz of nerves at the base of my neck. He turned to face me, casually working the buttons of his uniform shirt. My thoughts scattered like startled birds.

When he shrugged it off and handed it over, I caught just a glimpse, lean muscle beneath sun-warmed skin, sharply defined collarbones, and a faint trail of hair disappearing beneath his waistband. It should have stirred something. It didn’t.

Had it really been so long since I’d felt that kind of pull? Had my desire just withered, curled up quietly inside me?

“I really appreciate your help, Officer,” I said, folding the shirt carefully, avoiding wrinkles.

“How about calling me Jackson? You’ve got my shirt, after all,” he replied with a crooked grin.

“That’s your last name. Should I call you Russell?”

He grimaced. “I hate that name. Always have.”

I smiled, gently teasing. “What’s your middle name?”

“The letter Q.”

“Q?”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “My mom wanted to name me Quincy after her grandfather. My dad wouldn’t have it, but she got her way with the middle initial.”

“I like it,” I said, nodding. “Officer Q has a nice ring to it.”

He made a low sound of amusement, a grunt that rumbled softly from his chest.

“Well then, Q,” I said, lifting the shirt slightly, “I’ll get this cleaned and returned. How can I reach you?”

At home, I stuck the slip of paper with his name, address, and phone number to the refrigerator door with a Grand Canyon magnet. I’d never been there. A friend from high school gave me the magnet after a family road trip out west, one of those little things people hand you when they don’t know how else to stay in touch.

I stared at the image, that jagged wound in the Earth, carved by time and water and patience. Then I glanced back at the name: Russell Q Jackson.

Would he be another canyon, another gash across my chest, or could he be something else entirely? Something healing?

And why did I ever think a degree in English literature would help me figure out life’s deeper metaphors?

The shirt was dropped off at the cleaners, with a polite request for light starch. Eighty-nine cents for cleaning and pressing, plus another dollar for next-day service. I’d swing by tomorrow during lunch, give him a call, and return the shirt. He said he came through town often, so we could meet wherever was easiest. Then I could close the book on Officer Q and begin the next chapter, maybe find a man worth reading.

The next day arrived with the smell of rain hanging in the air, soft showers coming and going, promising a week of mild weather and wet sidewalks. The morning dragged in my office, the clock hands moving with the speed of drying paint. I finished my work by lunch and asked Mr. Ludlow if he had anything else for me.

He laughed and waved me away. “You’re too efficient, Mr. Putnam. Go. Start your weekend early.”

So I did.

I picked up the shirt, freshly pressed and carefully wrapped in plastic, and headed home. The apartment was quiet. With water boiling on the stove, I called Q to let him know I had the shirt; an answering machine mechanically told me to leave a message.  I made a cup of hot tea, let it steep, and sat on the couch near the window, watching the faint drizzle slick the street.

The phone rang, a sharp, old-fashioned clatter from the kitchen wall.

I walked over, wiped my hand on a dish towel, and answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Jackson,” came the voice on the other end, low, warm, unmistakable.

“Oh, hi. I’ve got your shirt ready.”

“Great. I’ve got several things on my plate this afternoon, so my son Steven will be by and pick it up.”

“Well, OK.  Sounds good.”

“I’ll give him your address. He should be there in maybe twenty, twenty-five minutes.”

I repeated the directions he’d written down in his little notebook, hung up, and returned to my tea. As I stared into the untouched fireplace, it struck me, his not coming was a good thing. I wasn’t romantically or sexually interested, not really. Even a man that handsome didn’t awaken whatever had long gone dormant in me.

I stood, paced a little, then decided to change out of my work clothes. Still in my tie, for heaven’s sake. A pastel plaid short-sleeved shirt, navy shorts, and sandals felt like the right mix of casual and not completely slovenly. I’d be ready to hand off the shirt and still have time to run to Walmart, grab some frozen fish, and test out the toaster oven that I’d barely used.

My evening was planned, or so I thought.

Twenty minutes passed. Yes, I was watching the clock. When a shadow moved across the front window, I knew he was here. My heart gave a strange, nervous lurch.

I took a discreet peek from the side of the curtain.

And felt it, a sharp, sudden pull deep in my gut.

Just days ago, I’d met one of the most attractive men I could remember.

And here stood someone who surpassed even him.

They shared features, strong cheekbones, a similar angle to the jaw, but this man’s face held something else. Softer, perhaps. Or sadder. It was clear they were related.

I hurried to the door.

And waited.

Nothing.

What was he doing?

My anxiety climbed fast, rising like steam in my chest.

Then, three soft raps.

Polite. Understated. The kind of knock my mother once told me the French preferred. My grandmother had been born in France, and so much of what I knew about etiquette, when to speak, when to hold back, had filtered down through her.

I counted to ten, breathing slowly.

Then opened the door.

In front of me stood a vision of quiet intensity. He wore a light green short-sleeved shirt, several buttons open at the collar, revealing just enough of his chest to make me aware of every breath he took. His blue jeans fit like they were made specifically for him. His leather work boots bore the scuffs of real labor. And his eyes, those large, expressive, ocean-deep eyes, held a seriousness, tinged with something fragile, something like grief.

“Hi, Steven,” I said, extending my hand. When he took it, something electric passed between us, unmistakable.

He gave the faintest smile.  “Hello, John.”

And I realized then, with that simple greeting, whatever evening I had planned had just been rewritten.

“Come on in,” I said, doing my best to control the slight quiver in my voice. I stepped aside, and he crossed the threshold.

Steven entered the room with a natural ease, his movements unhurried but assured. He had the kind of posture that came from confidence, not vanity, shoulders back, steps even. There was strength in how he carried himself, a quiet sturdiness that made you notice even the simple way he turned his head to look around.

As he took in the space, my space, I caught myself imagining him in a different context. In a gym. On a bench press. Lifting weights with controlled precision, arms taut with effort. I blinked, pushing the image away, feeling strangely like a teenager again.

“Have a seat,” I offered. “Would you like something to drink?” The words sounded too rehearsed, too formal, like I was hosting a guest on autopilot.

He glanced at the cup of tea resting on the table beside my armchair. “Naw, I’m good,” he said with a quick shake of the head.

Then, reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small envelope. “My dad told me to give this to you. Said you should read it right away.”

I raised an eyebrow, a little amused but mostly curious. “Well, I never refuse a direct order from a police officer,” I said as I slid a finger under the flap.

Inside were two twenty-dollar bills and a single piece of folded paper. The money surprised me. I opened the note and scanned the handwriting. I didn’t expect to feel anything, but something about seeing his script, a little messy, as if he were in a rush, struck me as suddenly intimate.

I looked up. Steven had wandered over to the small shelf next to the TV, eyes flicking over the spines of my modest movie collection.

“Do you know what this says?” I asked, still holding the note.

He turned back to me, a faint shrug in his shoulders. “No. What?”

I read it aloud.
“John. Thanks for taking care of the shirt. I thought you might be a good friend for my son. He’s also a homosexual and doesn’t have many friends. Have dinner on me and get to know one another. Q.”

Steven’s cheeks flushed instantly. Not a deep, dramatic blush, but a visible shift, like a curtain being pulled halfway across a window. He looked away, his jaw tightening slightly. I let out a nervous chuckle, trying to ease the moment.

“He told me you call him Q,” Steven said, his voice quieter now. “You know… we don’t have to go to dinner if you don’t want to.”

I tilted my head, watching him carefully. “Don’t you want to?”

There was a pause before he looked at me again. “Yeah. I do,” he admitted, eyes steady. “You’re good-looking, and… you seem like someone who cares about things, about people. I mean, most people wouldn’t have gone to the trouble over a shirt.”

The corner of my mouth lifted. There was a pause.  I waited for him to say something more, but I saw his lips press together.  “So your dad knows you’re gay?”

Steven moved back to the couch and sat down slowly, as if deciding whether to commit to the seat, or the moment. “Yeah. He figured it out years ago.”

“I guess he knows that I am, too.”  I slightly blew out some air, emptying my lungs, wondering what I’d confess next.

He gestured vaguely toward my cup. “Is that coffee?”

“Tea. Would you like me to make you a cup?”

He shook his head. “No, thanks.”

I walked to the fridge anyway, pulling out a bottle of root beer. “How about this?”

Another head shake. “I’m fine, really.”

I returned to the living room and sat on the other side of the couch, giving him space but trying not to feel awkward about the space that remained. Something about his body language had shifted. His shoulders were tense, his fingers knit loosely in his lap. He wasn’t closed off, but he wasn’t entirely open, either.

So I waited.

After a moment, he spoke.

“I had this friend in college,” he began. “After graduation, I invited him to visit me at the house. I hadn’t told my dad anything about… you know. About me. But I guess he had his suspicions. Anyway, I thought, maybe, if I introduced this guy, it’d go over smoothly.  I knew that Bruce was gay, but I hadn’t told him that I liked him.”

His eyes dropped to his hands. He twisted a loose thread on his jeans.

“Second morning he was here, I woke up to yelling. My dad was shouting. I ran down the hall, and… there was Bruce. Naked. In my dad’s bed. He’d snuck in while my dad was asleep and… tried something. I don’t know what exactly. My dad was furious.”

Steven exhaled. “I was so shocked I just blurted out, ‘You were supposed to be in my bed.’ And just like that, the truth was out.”

My heart ached for him. He said it matter-of-factly, but I could hear the sting beneath it.

He went on. “Later, my dad told me he’d hoped that Bruce might be something more.  He wanted me to have the same happiness that he’d had with my mom.  But as soon as he met him, he knew he wasn’t right for me.”

I watched him for a moment. “And now he’s wondering if I might be?”

Steven finally smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Maybe. He’s got a weird sense about people. It’s almost creepy sometimes.”

“Well,” I said, trying to keep my voice light, “he thinks we could be friends. I think he’s right about that.”

Steven glanced sideways at me. “You still want to go out?”

I nodded. “I do. Honestly? I’d kill for some fish and chips.”

His grin widened. “Same here.”

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We ended up at a small place called Fish Grill, with checkered tablecloths and battered wood booths. It wasn’t fancy, but the food was hot and crispy and made with pride. The kind of place where the waitress called us “sweetheart” and kept refilling our water glasses even though we hadn’t asked.

We talked for hours.

He told me about growing up with horses and dusty fields. I told him about college days that never quite lived up to the catalog photos. We compared notes on loneliness, how it can sneak in even when you’re surrounded by people.

By the time we paid the bill, the street outside was glossy with light rain, reflecting the lamplight like spilled stars.

Back at my apartment, we lingered at the door.

Neither of us moved to open it.

There was no music playing. No wine to blame. Just a long, heavy pause, and something in the air that neither of us seemed ready to break.

He looked at me.

I looked back.

I don’t know who leaned in first.

But the kiss, when it came, was quiet. Intentional. It wasn’t desperate or rushed, it was tender, with a kind of relief in it. Like we were both finally doing something we’d been carefully not doing all evening.

When we pulled back, we were both slightly breathless.

I touched the side of his face. “Stay the night?”

He hesitated. “I can’t. I’ve got animals to feed early. But…”

He looked at me with a softness that I hadn’t seen from him before. “You could come with me. If you want. Pack a bag.”

I blinked. “Wouldn’t that be awkward? With your dad?”

Steven’s grin returned. “No. I think he’d actually be glad.”

I didn’t need to think long.

I packed a small bag, clothes, a toothbrush, enough for one night, maybe two.

We took his truck, and neither of us said much during the drive.

But even in the silence, I felt it.

The shift.

The turning of something long dormant, slow and real and entirely new.

Out past the glow of the streetlights and into the hush of open fields, we drove toward something uncertain.

But for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid of where it might lead.

The tires crunched over the gravel driveway, the sound sharp in the quiet night air. The main ranch house came into view, lit in warm yellow from a few windows, its big porch stretching out like a welcoming arm, or maybe like the drawbridge to a castle. My chest tightened, and not in a good way. I found myself wondering if Russell Q. Jackson, Steven’s father, was going to appreciate me sleeping over after a first date. Would he see it as too much, too soon?

A part of me wanted to believe Steven had prepared him for this, but another part… well, another part was remembering a case I’d read about back in college. A mother and daughter lured men to their home, then killed them for their wallets and watches. It was one of those true crime articles I’d read too late at night, the kind that stuck with you, little flickers of unease finding their way back at the oddest moments. My mind painted the porch light as too bright, too deliberate, and I imagined the front door opening just enough for a shotgun barrel to poke through.

I knew it was ridiculous, Steven was warm, grounded, nothing like the kind of man who would lure someone into danger, but my heartrate didn’t care about logic. It climbed anyway.

We slowed to a stop, the engine ticking in the cool air, and I stared at the door, my hand resting nervously on my knee. Steven reached over without warning and laced his fingers through mine. His thumb stroked the back of my hand once, twice, and he said softly, “You’ve already made me happier in my heart than I can remember.”

The words slid into me like warm honey. All that jittery energy in my chest eased, melting into something softer.

I smiled at him, relieved, and then the thought hit me, we didn’t bring the officer’s cleaned shirt. The one that had been folded neatly at my place. A flicker of guilt passed through me, but there was no turning back now.

Steven’s father answered the door himself. Russell Q Jackson was tall and broad-shouldered, the kind of man whose handshake you could feel all the way up your arm. His eyes, though, were the real surprise, soft and assessing all at once. The kind that told you he’d seen a lot in life, but was in no hurry to pass judgment.

To my relief, he seemed genuinely pleased I’d come. “Steven’s face tells me plenty,” he said, ushering us in. “I had a sense when I first met you, John.”  His voice calmed me as if it were warm water rushing over me.  I felt at home, at peace.

We ended up in the living room, a space filled with the smell of cedar and faint woodsmoke. Russell sat in a leather chair angled toward the hearth while Steven and I took the couch. Conversation came easily, ranch stories, a little talk about the weather, even a laugh over Steven’s habit of overpacking whenever he traveled. I found myself leaning back. This didn’t just feel like home, it was home.

Eventually, I excused myself to find the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror looked a little different than usual, lighter somehow, as if the tension I’d carried since the driveway had been quietly set down. I splashed water on my face, enjoying the feeling of coolness, and when I opened the door, the sound of voices drifted down the hallway.

Russell was saying, with a tone halfway between a tease and a challenge, “So, does Father know best?”

Steven laughed, a low and genuine sound. “Yes,” he said without hesitation.

I stepped back into the living room just in time to see Steven hugging his father. When he turned toward me, his eyes were wet.

“You okay?” I asked softly.

He nodded, smiling in that way that told me he really meant it.

Russell stood then, stretching. “Well, I’m off to bed. You boys enjoy the rest of your evening.”

The floorboards creaked under his boots as he disappeared down the hall, leaving me and Steven alone in the quiet, firelit room.

The quiet after Russell’s footsteps faded up the stairs seemed to wrap around us like a blanket. The hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen, the faint tick of a clock on the wall, those small sounds made the stillness between us even more noticeable.

I looked at Steven, the lamplight casting warm amber across his face, softening the lines of his jaw, turning his eyes into deep, glinting pools. “I’m so happy to be here with you,” I said, my voice low, almost hesitant, as if I were afraid the moment might shatter if I spoke too loudly.

He smiled, slow, genuine, and stepped closer until I could feel the heat from his body. Our lips met in the gentlest kiss, the kind that yields more than it takes. My hand drifted up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under the warm fabric of his shirt. His own hand came to rest over mine, pressing it more firmly against him, as if to say, Yes, you’re really here. I want you here.

Steven leaned in, his lips brushing the curve of my ear. His breath was warm when he whispered, “I think I want to take a shower before bed.”

A thrill ran through me, part surprise, part anticipation. I tilted my head just enough to catch his gaze, a small smile curling at the corner of my mouth. “Think you could use some help scrubbing your back?”

For a moment, he just stared at me, searching my face like he was memorizing something important, before the faintest, almost shy smile appeared. His eyes softened, and his voice dropped to a tender murmur. “I’ve already fallen for you. Scrub mine, and I’ll scrub yours.”

I chuckled under my breath, both touched and a little overwhelmed. “We’ll be squeaky clean forever, won’t we?”

His arms came around me then, strong and sure, pulling me in until there was no space between us. Our foreheads met, and we just stood there for a beat, breathing each other in, letting the quiet speak for us.

No more words were needed. He took my hand in his, his palm warm and certain around mine, and led me down the short hallway toward his bedroom. The ensuite door stood open, a faint scent of cedar and soap drifting out. The dim light spilling from inside seemed to promise more than just water and steam.

And with my hand still in his, I followed him in.

–Fin–

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I had intended to end the story with an explicit description of John’s and Steven’s first night together, but after writing that last sentence, the story seemed complete.  The reader knows what happens next without my having to spell it out.  I hope you agree.  –Danny

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My best mates dad Roger was teaching me to drive.

I was just twenty four and keen to learn as I was starting a new job in another town and needed my own transport.

Roger, fifty two and well groomed had kept himself fit by training at the gym, evident by his broad shoulders and expanse of chest.

My first two or three lessons went without any hitch, I was learning fast and Roger was well pleased with my progress.

He put his hand on my thigh squeezing it tightly and telling me how well I had done which I naively took to be just that, a bit of praise. However on my next lesson he did the same only whilst I was driving. His hand squeezed my thigh again but this time he left his hand there and I could not do anything as I was driving in a busy town.

At the end of the lesson his hand was still on my thigh and I was at a loss as to what I should do.

Was he coming on to me? Was he gay? Did he know that I was gay?

Anyway he gave me a wonderful smile and told me that again I had done extremely well and was almost ready to take a driving test.

I was staring straight back at him and got that Oh! so familiar vibe that he wanted me.

We continued looking at each other, neither of us saying anything but then Roger slid his hand further up my thigh and rested it on my crotch.

My cock was stirring and I was pretty dry mouthed, my heart pounding. What was going to happen next as I did nothing to stop him.

Suddenly he came close to me and kissed me full  on the lips forcing his tongue into my mouth.

I responded by pulling him even closer and letting my tongue mingle with his as he squeezed my bulging crotch.

He stopped kissing me.

“I want you so bad Craig” he said “I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you that time you first came to the house”.

I didn’t quite know what to say to him.

“Do you want me too lad?” he asked and I nodded slowly which prompted another passionate kissing session.

His hands fumbled with my zipper and he slid a hand into my fly hole and felt for my stiff cock.

I loved the feel of his hand in the restricted space of my under briefs and loved it more when he pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants.

Moving down he took my cock into his mouth and swallowed it right down his throat. The feeling was sensational and when he began to rise his head up and down swallowing my cock every time I just moaned ecstatically.

My balls tightened up and I knew I was heading for an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum” I said “I’m gonna cum”

I thought it best to give him warning but my words only got his head going up and down faster, my cock speedily entering his throat again and again.

I couldn’t hold on, there was no way so I began to spurt my load, my cock jerking, my spunk rushing headlong down his throat as he continued the throat fuck.

I was in a complete daze trying to fathom what had just happened to me.

Roger just wiped his lips and sat up as if nothing had happened.

“I really think you are ready for taking your driving test. I don’t think you need any further lessons from me” said Roger.

I tucked my cock back inside my pants.

“Maybe a couple more” I said staring straight into his eyes again.

“O.K” he said and he squeezed my thigh, holding his hand there all the way home.

The very next day I relived the suck off three times whilst wanking my cock furiously, I knew that it was going to be wank fodder for some time even though I still didn’t believe it had really happened.

Anyway I shot three loads and felt pretty satisfied.

That evening I was out with my best mate Dale, Rogers son. and felt somewhat awkward knowing what his father had done to me. We drank rather too much and both worse for wear began to open up about all things sexual.

“Dad says you’re doing so well with you driving” said Dale. “He’s very pleased with your progress in fact he’s always talking about you , it’s like he’s fucking possessed with you”

“He’s a good teacher” I replied.

Dale got up close to my face.

“Has he fucked you yet then Craig? As you’re fucking flavour of the month “.

I swigged my beer unsure how to answer.

“He’s Bi mate, he likes shagging men and women”

said Dale.

“I didn’t know” I said

“So mate, has he fucked you yet because that’s what he’ll want, I should fucking know, he’s fucked me many times and I tell you the first time is pretty fucking special but your arse will sting for a week as he’s got a big  fucking cock”.

I couldn’t believe what Dale was telling me .

“Your own father fucks you?” I said incredulously.

“He’s my step dad so that doesn’t sound quite so bad ” replied Dale.

“Does your mother know?” I asked.

“Know? Course she does and she’s O.K with it though she doesn’t know he’s fucked me and that’s how it has to stay.”.

I took another gulp of beer, we both did.

“He sucked me right off at the end of my last lesson” I confessed ” Sucked me off and swallowed the lot but he hasn’t fucked me”.

Dale was slurring his words now and was  lot drunker than me.

“He will, he most definitely fucking will. He doesn’t want to fuck me now that he has you to fucking conquer”.

“Are you gay like me then?” I asked.

“No! I’m fucking BI like him and I’ve got used to him shagging me every week and I need him”.

I felt a little sorry for Dale and also gob smacked at these new revelations.

“When do you have another driving lesson mate?” Dale asked.

“Tomorrow” I replied.

“Better put plenty of fucking lube up your arse then mate cos he’ll be looking for a shag”.

We drank our beers up and staggered home together my mind racing.

“Today we’ll drive into some narrow country lanes, see how you cope with that Craig” said Roger getting into the car beside me.

I drove as he asked taking some narrow country roads until he told me to pull into a leafy lane and stop.

“Why have we stopped here?” I asked.

“Well Craig truth is I really like you lad and I really want to fuck you”.

His words made my cock jump and I realised that what Dale had suggested was going to happen. Also I’d taken his advice and had put a load of Vaseline up my arse.

“What do you say lad? Do you want me to fuck you?”

I nodded yes and he asked me to get out of the car and lay over the back seat with the door open and my trousers and pants down.

When I saw the stiffness and size of Roger’s cock my heart skipped a beat. he’d pulled it out of his trousers and was walking around to me as I lay over the back seat waiting.

“Mmmm! I see you are already lubed and ready. A little bit presumptuous of you lad but who am I to complain”.

I felt the warm tip of his prick nudge my arsehole and a push had his knob inside my twitching hole.

He slid his cock right up my arse as I lay groaning , his balls pressing against my butt. Dale was right it fucking hurt but Roger was taking no prisoners he just began to fuck me regardless.

“It gets easier and better” he said grunting “You’ll be begging for it in a minute”.

Surprisingly he was right, after relaxing I found that I was actually enjoying it particularly when his knob smacked my young prostate. The sensation was fucking mind blowing and I found myself begging to be fucked.

Roger held onto my hips and swung his own giving me the depth of cock my arsehole deserved.

Now I was realising that the big cock inside me was going to blow it’s spunk right up me and I began to wank myself in anticipation.

Roger was huffing and puffing, his prick filling my arse and pounding me good and hard.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for weeks now lad and you’re not disappointing me. Your arsehole is a fucking honey pot lad. Oh! Fuck!  It’s so good, so good. Fuck! I’m going too cum lad. Do you wan all my spunk deep inside you?”

“Fuck yes!” I whimpered taking his cock even deeper “Fucking give me it. Give me that spunk!”

A loud holler and he was spurting his juicy load of cum into me with thrusts so hard I thought the car would topple over.

I began too cum too, my sperm rushing from my balls my arse muscles contracting and squeezing Roger’s prick, milking the spunk from his balls.

My poor arsehole was throbbing wildly, my sphincter stinging as he pulled his creamy cock from me.

“Wow! Lad. You’re a great fuck” he said.

I gathered my senses

“Better than Dale?” I asked.

“Well” he said “That remains to be seen. I know he told you that I fuck him. Maybe I need to fuck you both together? What do you say abut that?”

With a slurry of Roger’s spunk seeping from my arse I answered with a resounding ‘yes’ only hoping that Dale would go for it to.

I needed have worried on that, a few days later both Dale and  were on Roger’s bed. All three of us naked and horny with Dale and I licking up Roger’s stiff shaft to his plum of a knob.

His cock was great to suck on and Dale and I passed it from mouth to mouth each of us taking turns to caress Roger’s balls as we gobbled moans of pleasure from the older man.

His hot cock was rigid and seeped pre cum happily, the clear sweet juice running down his shaft for us to lick up. Rolling our tongues around his heavenly knob as it oozed it’s excited juice was just fantastic and we took the prick to the edge a few times, each time watching it jerk dry in it’s need to cum.

A change of position had Dale and I kneeling either side of Roger’s head, feeding our cocks into his mouth as his hot tongue lapped and slurped over our helmets. He looked pretty sexy with his mouth crammed full of cock and like our turn he got us both to the edge and then watched our pricks dance dry. Dale fed his cock right down Roger’s hungry throat as I pulled on Dale’s balls. Dale did the same to me when I had my cock ensconced in Roger’s hot gullet. Both of us again racing to the edge of orgasm both of us throbbing visibly but dry.

“I need to fuck some arse” said Roger and he held his stiff cock upright for one of us to sit on.

I let Dale go first as he was far more used to the size of his step dad’s dick.

Dale sat firmly down on Roger’s pulsating prick, taking the hot thick shaft deep in his arse to his step dad’s hairy balls. I watched and wanked as Dale rode up and down on the monster his moans filling the room together with Roger’s.

I was raging stiff and ready to be fucked myself, so I got upon all fours and begged Roger to fill me with cock.

I had to patiently wait a good few minutes before Roger stopped fucking Dale and turned his attention to me. Having lubed my arse I was ready to feel his cock inside me and was pretty well whimpering when he stuck his cock right up me in one hard thrust.

I remembered the size of his dick now and it brought tears to my eyes as it nailed me good and hard. Dale grabbed my cock under my legs and tossed me as Roger shafted my arse. I was getting close again and Dale sensed my anguish and stopped wanking.

“I need you two cum sluts side by side so that I can fuck you both one after the other and work on who is the best fuck” said Roger pulling from me.

Dale got on all fours beside me and Roger got stuck up his arse again fucking him with some gusto.

My hole was gaping open and ready for more dicking so Roger began to finger me as he fucked his step son then he swapped places and fingered Dale as he fucked me.

I was in fucking raptures as his prick slid over my prostate again and again but really miffed when he pulled from me and fucked Dale instead.

“Get on top of Dale lad” said Roger pulling from his stepson “Then I can get at both your arseholes that way”.

I climbed on top of my friend so that both our arseholes were one above the other and ready for fucking.

“Roger started to fuck me again and then raised himself up to get inside Dale’s twitching hole.

He fucked us both like this for a while his meaty cock slipping from one arse to the next in a display of hungry fucking. Both Dale and I were groaning and moaning as Roger filled our arses with his magnificent cock.

“Who wants daddy’s cum the most?” asked Roger and both Dale and I told him that we did.

I liked the fact that he was going to spurt his cock cream in one of us. I just wanted it to be me.

As it happens we both got a good filling of spunk as his spurting prick went from Dale’s arse to mine in quick cum thrusts driving us both into a cum lusting frenzy.

My cummy arsehole was quivering by the time he’d finished and I could see that Dale’s hole was seeping with  his step dad’s spunk.

We rolled onto our backs our stomachs heaving and Roger’s prick now wilting but Dale and I were both eager to shoot our own heavy loads.

“Right lad’s I’ve come to a decision and I find that both of you are great fucks and that deserves some sort of gratitude so I want you both to get either side of my head again and I’ll suck you both off”.

Dale and I were so horny still and jumped at the chance of a sucking so we did as he asked and moments later our stiff cocks were in Roger’s mouth as he wanked both of our shafts.

Watching his tongue and mouth pleasure us both was fucking epic and Dale and I began to kiss and roll our tongues in each others mouths as the intense suck drew us nearer to orgasm.

My balls were fucking aching to pop and I knew Dale was ready. With both our orgasms imminent Roger lavishly sucked on our pricks as if he was trying to suck the cum from our nuts.

I shot first, my spunk load seeping from Roger’s lips as he gobbled us both. Dale followed swiftly on his cum also dribbling profusely from Roger’s active lips. The man looked so sexy with cum around his mouth and with Dale pulling out and spurting another shot of spunk across his step dad’s face the man looked fucking irresistible.

So irresistible that both Dale and I licked and slobbered over Roger’s mouth, kissing him and slipping our tongues inside his cum filled gob tasting our cum and savouring the sweet taste until there was no more to feast on.

“I suppose you still want to take a few more driving lessons lad?” asked Roger grinning like crazy.

“Yes” I replied “Maybe Dale needs a refresher course of lessons too?”

Dale looked at us both and smiling said

“Fuck yes!”

Victor was terrified. He had never had to face such a disaster. He did not know how to cope with it, he did not know what would happen to him and his brothers. Fear ate at his mind, but he tried to look brave. His cock was still filled with blood and still felt that wonderful feeling from the monster’s touch, it throbbed and craved more, but he did not want this disgusting creature to touch him.

Victor glared at the monster that had tied his hands and genitals. The grey creature was saying something to the other creatures, and they were shouting something joyfully in response. The leader slowly turned to the helpless youth and looked at him. His gaze did not bode well, and the boy instinctively recoiled.

The chieftain squatted down next to the boy, he moved forward to Victor’s face so that the boy could smell the concentrated scent of pheromones, looked at him with his black on black eyes. The boy froze, staring blankly at the monster’s face. The creature moved even closer and with its lips right into the stallion’s left ear whispered, “Excellent. Piece. Of. Meat.”

The monster grabbed him by the sides, feeling the sculpted physique of its prey with obvious pleasure. Victor came out of his stupor and felt fear and disgust. He tried to get up, to get away from this deadly grip of the hungry monster, but the leader forced him to sit on his knees.

His powerful hands wandered over the boy’s pumped-up body, leaving the same wet trail, causing the victim to feel a thrill of excitement. Victor kept trying to wriggle, instinctively moving away from the tight grip. The monster’s hands roughly squeezed his body parts, enjoying every muscle on this beautiful body, not paying attention to the boy’s wheezing.

Victor felt a terrible disgust, mixed with a strange pleasure, finding an outlet in his member, unable to splash out all the accumulated juice. The creature opened its mouth and put out its long, rough tongue. The young man looked at this tongue, not believing what was happening to it. And, to Victor’s horror, this tongue greedily attacked the guy’s body.

A long, pink, rough tongue slowly ran over the boy’s abs. Victor gasped from the overwhelming feelings. Each spike of the tongue ran over his skin, causing fiery stabs of pleasure. He groaned, unable to contain his reaction. The tongue left micro-scratches with its spikes, through which a special poison was absorbed, causing irritation of the nerves by sexual impulses. In the leader, this poison was the strongest.

Then the chief slowly ran his tongue over his hand, causing jolts of pleasure just by touching the skin.

“No! No..! What are you doing to me?” was all Victor could say between moans.

Then that ill-fated tongue ran over his muscular chest, leaving a slimy trail in its path. The guy felt an unreal pang of pleasure when the rough tongue scratched his nipple. He was seized by a spasm from a sudden feeling that his body could not cope with. He groaned, still feeling the irritation on his nipple. His heart was beating like a rabbit during mating. It seemed that his erect penis and engorged balls were about to explode due to the inability to cum.

The tongue continued its way down the muscular body of the fresh prey. It passed through the abs, leaving the skin along the way red and irritated. And then carefully through the pubis, his long tongue began to wrap around the sexually overexcited rod of the guy.

The muscular youth had not yet recovered from the sensation of the tongue on his body when suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over him, completely capturing his mind, which instantly turned into sexual torment. The poor boy’s entire body tensed, all his muscles became rigid, showing his entire young, hard-trained body in all its glory. He could only make short sobs while the creature’s tongue massaged his penis, continuing to torture the youth.

Then the guy’s body was seized by convulsions in a painful orgasm, unable to find an outlet. Victor screamed in pain and pleasure, and some cum flowed out of his pulsating member. The leader sensually licked this liquid from the head of his piece of meat’s member like a treasured nectar, causing even more moans from the helpless jock.

Then the monster easily took the guy who had not yet come to his senses and threw him down on his shoulder. Victor clearly felt a tingling of pleasure in those places where his body touched the monster’s body.

The boy wanted it to stop, his mind and body couldn’t handle this rush of sensations. But most of all, he wanted to cum, to let out everything that had accumulated. But he no longer had control over his body.

Out of the corner of his eye, through a haze of excruciating pleasure, Victor saw his comrades being sexually abused and raped. His entire village was filled with the moans and acrid smell of the vile invaders. One of his friends, Kristan, was tied to a fence, and a monster stood behind him, thrusting its enormous penis into him. Someone was thrown over a log and fucked mercilessly. Victor saw one boy being grabbed by the tongues of two creatures, greedily gnawing at their prey.

The chieftain of the beasts kicked the door of the nearest house and rushed inside with his prey on his shoulder. It was time to perform the ritual. The creature approached the table and roughly laid the muscular guy, who was beside himself with lust, on it. He arranged his prey more comfortably. The helpless handsome man lay on the table with his ass towards his captor. As if on command, the monster’s snake-like penis, filled with blood, emerged from his loincloth.

Victor turned his head and was horrified, he saw a strange member of incredible size, edged with spikes. He began to cry and scream, begging, “No! Stop it! Get away from me!”

He writhed with his whole body, in a panicked attempt to escape. The creature silently grabbed the jock by his ass, pressing its claws into them. The guy felt a surge of pleasure mixed with pain from the monster’s hands, which made him momentarily shut up and moan. It spread the buttocks, revealing the muscular youth’s virgin hole, completely ignoring the boy’s renewed pleas.

The creature’s member was completely wet and slippery from musk and poison, as if the snake had found its prey and quickly rushed into the muscular young man’s hole. At the moment of penetration, Victor screamed from the blinding pain that pierced his entire body.

The creature’s snake-like member was twisting inside the victim’s ass, causing a myriad of sensations in the guy. Victor felt how this monster was scratching his intestines, how the spikes were digging into the walls of his internal organs, going deeper and deeper. He couldn’t even squeak from the pain. But eventually the pain began to give in, while the poison penetrated deeper and deeper, giving way to excruciating pleasure.

Soon the creature entered Victor’s ass up to the balls, causing a loud moan from the guy. The young man felt how this unimaginable member stirred his insides, dug into them with its spikes, causing stings of pleasure. This was absolutely wrong. His body was like a toy for these creatures, and his torment was a delight for them.

Victor kept screaming and moaning from the continuous rape that lasted for what felt like an eternity. His nervous system was going crazy, turning pain into pleasure, and pleasure into torture. His own penis felt like it was about to explode, but all that was dripping was clear fluid that was collecting under the table where he was being raped.

The creature noticeably sped up with a low gurgle. The massive snake-like penis was writhing vigorously inside Victor, causing more moans and tears from the helpless boy. The creature suddenly stopped and froze. A low moan was heard from its mouth, and the boy felt hot liquid splash out of his cock.

Victor screamed, feeling a strong poisonous burning sensation inside his intestines. It seemed that this liquid was eating him away from the inside. The Creature’s sperm was absorbed into the guy’s body, touching every nerve in his body, causing wild lust. The poison was aimed at his prostate and testicles, driving the poor jock crazy.

Victor felt the pleasure that had crossed all boundaries rapidly increasing, stimulating his entire body. The guy felt his own member pulsating with renewed vigor, crashing into the ropes that limited his orgasm. Soon Victor’s entire body turned into a hot, moaning piece of meat, his entire mind was overwhelmed by the desire to cum.

The boy writhed sensually on the table, trying to cope with the torturous miasma of pleasure in his muscular body. Every movement, every contact with the table caused stimuli of pleasure. The muscular youth moaned with every breath of wind, unable to resist this whirlwind of pleasure. His penis throbbed violently and transparent precum oozed out of it continuously.

The creature roughly grabbed the muscular piece of meat and carried Victor out of the house where he had been raped.

Outside, the monsters were finishing their sexual ritual, filling the area with the low moans of strong men. Each of the invaders chose a producer to take these beautiful pieces of meat to their lair, where a life of despair and excruciating, endless pleasure awaited them.

To be continued

1.

Most of Trevor’s friends had scattered after graduation. He was stuck at Mark’s, killing time in the quiet house, in the weird in-between time, the summer before college.

It was Mark’s custodial weekend, a routine since the divorce. Weekends, certain weeks—like now, when Trevor’s mom was away on vacation with her new husband. Trevor was eighteen, technically an adult, but still caught between two homes.

Mark wasn’t a bad dad, exactly, but there was never much to do here. His attention was usually elsewhere—on his dates, his women—girls, really. He was in his mid-forties but still looked like he worked out hard. Broad shoulders, thick forearms, and athletic shorts that clung tight over powerful thighs. He moved like a college athlete who’d settled into a man’s confidence. 

Trevor saw it all—the strength, the ease. Mark was everything he wanted to be: strong, sure, desirable.

Trevor was a high school athlete, like his dad. Years wrestling, lacrosse, any sport he could squeeze in. At eighteen his body was lean and tight under tanned skin, but there was a fire inside him no girl seemed to match—a restless energy that needed more.

Saturday night dragged. Mark was out on another date, and Trevor found himself rifling through his dad’s dresser. Mostly boredom, maybe a little curiosity. Beneath some socks, he found a small box of condoms—thin, sheer, lubed, high-end. Mark didn’t fuck around with fucking around.

His fingers trembled as he pulled one out, the wrapper crackling cold and slick between his hands. He tore it open and without thinking, jerked down his shorts and rolled the condom onto his suddenly hard cock slowly, the rubber cool against his skin, tight and slick.

He knew condoms usually dulled the feeling, but this one—meant for Mark’s cock—was different. The lube, the fit. Knowing where it was meant to end up. Every nerve lit up, his cock hypersensitive.

Images flooded his mind—his cock, Mark’s cock, wrapped in that tight sheath. Mark’s hips thrusting, taking control. The thought slammed his pulse into overdrive.

He didn’t stroke. He just held still, hips shifting just enough to build tension without moving. In the snug, slick fit, even the slightest motion was overwhelming..

Without warning, his body seized. A hot rush rolled through him, his pecs trembled as he came, hips jerking, filling the condom in a series of thick surges. The condom stretched warm and tight, heightening every sensation. He couldn’t touch it without trembling.

He twisted the condom off, tying a knot at the end, impulsively. Wrapped in toilet paper, he pushed it into the bottom of the trash. The rest of the box went back where he found it. It was just a moment, unplanned. A secret no one would know.

Later, lying in bed, his muscles still humming, the house was quiet except for the distant sound of the house settling. Then he heard the door open softly. Mark, coming home, his distinctive footsteps nearing, then fading away.

Trevor closed his eyes. The weight of what had happened was like a warm blanket, and sleep came easy. 

2.

The next morning, Trevor was half-heartedly making toast when Mark walked in, already in his gym wear and holding a cup of coffee. He looked like he’d just stepped off a fitness magazine cover, but today something was different—his easy posture was taut, his eyes avoiding Trevor’s.

“Morning,” Mark said, voice calm but with a slight edge. He leaned against the counter, sipping slowly. “I was thinking—you never really knew my old man, your granddad.”

Trevor grunted, keeping his back turned, buttering toast, trying to decode the strange weight in Mark’s tone and the odd subject.

“When I was your age,” Mark said, voice drifting, “eighteen, nineteen… about to head off to college. Reckless, thought I knew everything.” He paused, then locked eyes with Trevor, even though Trevor faced away. “My dad caught me with something of his. Something I’d swiped from his drawer.”

Trevor froze, knife suspended mid-air.

“It was cigarettes,” Mark said dryly. “He didn’t yell. Didn’t ground me. Just looked at me calm. Then he grabbed the pack—full except the one I took—and laid it on the table.”

Trevor slowly turned. Mark stood straight, eyes sharp, holding a small, familiar box.

“He said, ‘You want to steal smokes? Fine. Smoke them all. Today. Where I can see.’ And I did. Smoked every single one while he watched.” Mark’s stare pierced Trevor. “Made me sick. Threw up more times than I can count. One tough bastard, my old man.  But I never touched one again. Or stole anything else.”

The kitchen thickened with silence. Trevor’s mouth went dry.

Mark set the box on the granite counter and pulled out the six remaining condoms, slapping them down one by one. The soft plastic crinkled loud in the quiet.

His eyes, cold and unflinching, met Trevor’s. “Today. Where I can see.”

Trevor’s throat tightened. “All six?”

Mark’s eyes flicked over the packets, then back, something unreadable flickering. “You’re young and… fit. Shouldn’t be too much.”

The challenge hung between them — no praise, no condemnation. Just fact.

“Whenever you’re ready. I’ll be here. All day.”

Trevor didn’t back down. Defiance tangled with humiliation. He grabbed the nearest packet and tore it open. Mark barely moved but crossed his thick forearms, eyes daring.

Trevor looked Mark dead in the eyes. With a bold, almost performative gesture, he pushed down the waistband of his athletic shorts. His cock, thick and already hard from terror and illicit thrill, sprang free. Without hesitation, he rolled the slick sheath onto his shaft, the rubber whispering as it unrolled.

He didn’t look away as he stroked himself, slow and deliberate. His young, athletic body, lean and honed from years on the field, moved with an almost arrogant rhythm. He turned his hand to move over the firm head of his penis, quickly ushering in his climax.

When the rush hit, his hips jerked, a sharp groan breaking the silence. He came hard, a hot, urgent load slamming into the condom’s tip, filling the reservoir with a thick burst.

Still breathing hard, Trevor lifted the used condom, its tip bulging with fresh cum. He tied a tight knot at the tip and held it out like an offering. Mark took it, fingers brushing Trevor’s.

“Hmm. Good start,” Mark said, studying the swaying condom, full of Trevor’s release.

He stood and tossed the condom into the kitchen wastebasket. “One down,” he said, glancing at the counter where five packets remained. “Just five more.”

Trevor stared at the packets. Five more. His cock was still slick, but the high had faded. This was going to be a long day.

3.

Trevor tried to distract himself, pacing and staring out at the thick summer heat. Mark sat silent in the living room, a steady presence and constant reminder of the task ahead. His eyes barely lifted from the book, but Trevor felt the weight of his watchful gaze.

When Mark finally cleared his throat, low and steady, Trevor’s stomach clenched. “Ready for number two?”

Trevor nodded, grabbing the next condom. He stayed close, just a few feet from Mark. This time felt different—the rush was gone, replaced by a dull ache of dread and pressure.

He pressed the condom onto his semi-hard cock and started stroking. He squeezed his eyes shut, searching for any spark. Nothing. Then he opened them and caught sight of Mark sitting back, the fabric of his shorts stretched tight over the bulge in his crotch. Fuck.

He worked slow, his body protesting, but his eyes stayed locked on Mark—the bulge, the relentless gaze of those blue eyes pushing him forward. The fapping sound filled the room. Finally, he looked deeper into Mark’s eyes, searching for any sign of returned desire—and suddenly, with a grunt, the second load spurted out. Smaller, less urgent, but enough.

He peeled off the condom, leaving his cock wet and spent. He tied off the end and stood, handing it over. Mark took it, turning it over, eyes assessing. “Getting thinner,” he said, voice even but with a faint curl at the corner of his lips. He tossed it in the trash. “Four more.”

Trevor’s stomach rumbled—a stark reminder hours had passed since breakfast.

“Let’s grab some lunch,” Mark said, pulling out sandwich fixings and protein shakes, setting them on the counter among the remaining condoms—a weighty reminder of what was to come.

Trevor picked at his sandwich, acutely aware of Mark across from him, eating with his usual robust appetite. When they finished, Mark’s voice cut through the quiet again.

“Number three.”

The next load was even harder to summon. After number two, the defiance that bolstered Trevor faded, and his young body, usually quick to respond, was slowing fast.

Working his spent dick, Trevor clenched his eyes shut, trying every fantasy, every image from school or online. Nothing worked.

With imagination failing, he cupped his own pec, feeling the muscle tense, his thumb brushing the soft nipple, sending sparks through his body.

Finally, his free hand moved down, the other pumping slow and deliberate in his fist. His fingers pressed lightly against his rear entry, feeling it clench in response. His legs spread, cock hardening, and just beyond, he could see Mark watching.

He slid the condom on, the skin beneath feeling a little raw. His hand pushed against his hole. That pressure, and Mark seeing him like this—naked in a way no one had ever seen before—were the only things getting him off.

Mark’s voice, low and rough, broke the silence. “This is harder for me than you.”

Trevor’s eyes glanced down at the bulge in Mark’s gym shorts, and he swore he saw it rise. Oh fuck. Dad.

With a grunt, his abs clenched tight, Trevor forced out a thin, milky third load, just filling the reservoir.

He twisted the condom off, tying a knot at the loose end. He curled his fist around it and threw it straight across the room to Mark, who caught it mid-air, still hot.

His father unfurled it, pressing the liquid down to the head with thumb and forefinger. He held it up to the light, assessing. “That it?” he asked, almost sighing, then met Trevor’s eyes. “Three down. Three to go.”

He stood and dropped the condom in the trash.

Trevor sank back. Three more felt like a tall order.

4.

The minutes and hours dragged on, the breaks since the last load longer, but Trevor felt nothing building. Maybe if he watched some porn—though honestly, by then the idea made him more queasy than turned on.

Mark moved around the living room, pretending to do chores but always within Trevor’s sight. He stretched, muscles tight and defined in his back and shoulders. He knelt to adjust something near the TV, his shorts pulling tight over powerful thighs and ass.

“Alright,” Mark said, glancing at his watch, then facing Trevor. “Number four.”

Trevor’s chest tightened. “Dad… this is crazy,” his voice shaking.

Mark didn’t blink. “Number four,” he repeated.

Trevor sat in the armchair, shorts down, flaccid cock in hand. Mark watched from across the room, arms folded, a blue vein standing out on one forearm. His legs spread, strong thighs and calves on display. He took pride in his body.

“You’re running on fumes,” Mark said, a victorious gleam in his eye.

Trevor swallowed hard and found some last spark of defiance. “Give me your shorts.” Not a question.

Mark smirked, slow and amused. “You sure?”

Trevor nodded, stroking his stirring cock.

Without breaking eye contact, Mark peeled off his shorts, revealing a packed white jockstrap. The bulge pressed heavy in the pouch, the dark, furry cleft of ass between the leg straps resting bare on the chair. Trevor’s upper lip twitched.

Mark threw the shorts hard. Trevor caught them midair like the athletes they were. Pressed to his face, the scent hit—Mark’s musk. Trevor’s cock welled in his pumping hand.

“Atta boy,” Mark said low. Pride or mockery, Trevor wasn’t sure. Didn’t care. He was ready.

He tore open the fourth condom, fumbling but eager. He rolled it on, the slick, snug fit making his skin hypersensitive. Every stroke was slow, deliberate, his body fighting, pushed on by Mark’s shorts’ scent, the sight of his powerful legs, the white pouch shifting, and the dark mystery between his furry ass cheeks.

Sweat slicked Trevor’s brow, darkened his tee’s pits. His abs clenched tight. He held the shorts to his face, inhaling deep, pulling in whatever trace of Mark’s body he could, like a drug. Then Mark’s hand grazed the swollen pouch of his jockstrap—not digging in, just acknowledging it, the flesh rumbling beneath.

The dam broke. Trevor’s hips jerked, abs clenched tight, and with a ragged groan, his release spilled into the condom—a watery white just filling the tip.

“Fuck,” he muttered, body sore from the effort. He twisted off the condom, tied a knot, and stood, walking with a wrestler’s swagger to hand it over.

Mark took it, glanced, a faint smirk playing at his lips.

“We should eat some dinner,” Mark said, eyeing the condom tip. “Your loads are getting weak.”

He tossed it in the trash. “Just two more.”

5.

Trevor stared at the two condoms left on the counter, then at his dad, who seemed to be waiting for him to move. His body screamed for a break. The thought of forcing another orgasm felt daunting, almost impossible.

He grabbed the fifth condom, hands trembling, trying to build another erection, but his cock was done—retired for the day, at least. “Can I finish tomorrow?”

“Today,” Mark said, jaw set, forearms folded. At least his look and authority gave Trevor a faint charge.

Trevor’s gaze flicked to Mark’s exposed legs, still bare below the shorts he’d put back on, the bulge straining against the briefs undeniable.

“Dad,” Trevor rasped, voice raw, “the jock.” He let his hand drop, a silent ask, watching Mark’s face for a reaction.

Maybe it was how exposed he’d been all day, or the desperation of the situation, but Trevor had just admitted more to himself—and to Mark—about his desires than he ever thought he would, much less to his own father.

Mark didn’t speak. But a corner of his mouth twitched—maybe a ghost of a smile.

Then, slow and deliberate, Mark pulled his athletic shorts all the way off, tossing them carelessly on the floor. Then the jockstrap, rolling the waistband down, lifting the pouch over the intimidating weight in it, and pushing it down his thighs, off his feet.

He stood there, shirt and socks on, cock exposed. Thick and hard, ridged with angry veins, impossibly large, perfectly sculpted—a true stud’s cock. His thick, muscular legs planted solidly, his demeano… cocky as ever.

Trevor swallowed hard, breath catching, a dizzying rush of heat overwhelming him. He’d never seen his father like this. Never imagined… actually, had imagined. A raw, almost painful desire surged through him, making his own cock throb in response.

Eyes locked, Mark raised the worn jockstrap with one foot. He took it in his hand and tossed it to Trevor. The fabric was still warm in Trevor’s catch, still carrying Mark’s musky scent. “Now,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down Trevor’s spine. “Number five.”

A fresh, agonizing heat surged through Trevor. He pulled down his own shorts, exposing his rising cock—full enough despite the ache and sensitivity. His eyes glued to Mark’s impressive hard-on, he applied the condom.

He lifted the jockstrap, pressing it to his face, inhaling the deep, primal scent of his father, letting it saturate him, spurring his spent dick back to life. His abs clenched tight, muscles straining. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran, getting caught in his thick lashes. He could feel the damp heat in his pits. 

But fuck, even hard again, Trevor couldn’t feel another load. Not so soon. As he faltered, his gaze drifted to the sixth condom packet sitting on the counter. The weight of the impossible task pressed down on him. He involuntarily groaned.

“Dad… I…” His voice was barely a whisper, an imploring plea tangled with exhaustion and frustration. The jockstrap was a strange comfort in his trembling hand. “I can’t.”

Mark’s eyes darkened, clearly seeing Trevor’s struggle. Seeing his son on the brink, straining so hard, a flicker of something crossed his face. Maybe pity. Maybe victory. Maybe the simple desire to finish the ordeal.

He reached for the last condom packet and tore it open with a sharp rip. He expertly peeled the slick latex down his own thick, hard shaft, the rubber gleaming over his erection. His cock seemed impossibly large, perfectly sculpted—a true stud’s cock. Trevor’s breath caught.

“Let’s do this, son,” Mark rasped, voice raw.

Mark began to stroke himself, slowly at first, his large hand wrapping fully around his erection, his thumb pressing against the underside. Trevor found his own hand rising, almost involuntarily, mirroring his father’s rhythm, every stroke a silent echo.

The sight of his dad, so potent, so openly engaged in the same taboo act, was the catalyst he needed. Even aching and hypersensitive to touch, his cock stiffened with a final surge, trying to match Mark’s power.

Mark’s breathing grew rougher, hairline dampening with sweat. “Haven’t gotten off since last night,” he chuckled, eyes locking with Trevor’s. “And you’re turning into a regular nut machine, aren’t you?”

His powerful strokes quickened. “Yeah, a fucking nut machine,” he gasped, groaning deep in his chest. “Hnnnnh.” His eyes shifted from Trevor’s to his own cock, shoulders tightening as his load burst into the condom—massive, sudden, stretching the latex to a stiff, overfilled nub, hard with surging contents. He pumped a few more times, cock trembling in his fist.

Trevor stared, jaw open, hands frozen on his own hard-on, as Mark’s breathing slowed. Carefully, he peeled the condom off, load sloshing inside, and tied the loose end in a tight knot.

He rose on thick, muscled legs, took a deep breath, and walked toward Trevor, slick wet cock barely softened, swinging with each step. Hanging from his hand, the condom, bulb heavy, swaying.

Trevor’s eyes locked on it, hypnotized by the sight of Mark’s thick, full load captured so near. He licked his lips, gulped, breath catching. His body, almost painfully, reacted. His cock gave a final, painful hardening, and with a pitiful gasp, a ragged spasm ran through him.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned, the sound torn from him like the dry heaving orgasm barely marking the condom tip—a pathetic contrast to the massive gush Mark had just unleashed.

“That’s it, boy,” Mark said low and knowing, resting a hand on Trevor’s shoulder, glancing down at Trevor’s rapidly deflating cock. “That was number five.”

Trevor, still trembling, peeled the flimsy condom off his sore cock and held it up, eyes on Mark’s semi, close enough to touch.

Mark examined it. “Won’t need to tie this one off,” he murmured. Without another word, he took Trevor’s condom and his, and dropped them both into the wastebasket. The soft thud echoed in the quiet room.

Mark turned, shoulders shifting powerfully, his semi hanging. Trevor rose to his feet, body beaten and mind reeling.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” Mark said casually. “But if not—” He opened a drawer, lifted something out, and slapped a fresh box of condoms on the counter.

Trevor cringed at the sight, dread washing over him.

“There’s more where those came from.” He chuckled, and Trevor couldn’t tell if Mark meant it as a threat, an invitation or a joke. Maybe all of the above.

Mark stepped away, stretched, adjusting his balls. “You want a snack? I’m always hungry after a good nut.”

“Sure,” Trevor answered. “Whatever you want, Dad.”

He couldn’t help his eyes as they turned to the wastebasket, where Mark’s full condom lay.

END

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Max’s best friend, Hunter, was in town on leave from the Marines for two weeks. Because Max was at work on post when his buddy arrived at the airport, he told Hunter to use his spare key to get in, relax, have a beer, and wait for him. The Marine said it was no problem, and he would just go to the gym for a couple of hours and then take a nap.

Max got his work done early and headed back to his apartment as fast as he could. He was beyond excited to hang out with Hunter and couldn’t wait to get home. Max only wished he could get to the gym and pump up before seeing him. Knowing Hunter had been at the gym all afternoon was going to make Max self-conscious.

Max walked into his apartment took off his combat boots, and immediately started taking off his uniform, leaving parts of it strung out on the floor like a trail to the bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and stopped. He gasped and growled, “Fuck.”

Hunter looked back at him and flexed his beautiful, muscular ass; an invitation for Max.

“Fuck, bro! Look at that beautiful fucking Marine pussy.” Max was completely naked now. He was stroking his hard cock as he approached the bed and crawled up on it on his knees. “Fucking sexy thong, bro.”

“Thought you’d like it,” replied Hunter in his low, baritone voice. “Easy access to pussy.”

“Bro, your back is fucking beast, dude. You’ve gotten bigger over the last year.” Max climbed up and straddled Hunter’s muscular hamstrings. He slapped his cock against the bubbled ass under him.

“Not much else to do when you’re deployed in the middle of bum-fuck. Besides, I wanted to catch up to you.”

“Think you did.”

“I know how you like your boys to be thick, bro. Thick enough for you?”

Max slid the side of his hand into the deep cleft between Hunter’s glutes. His middle finger found the Marines hole and it slid in. Max groaned. “You’re fucking lubed, bro. So fucking hot.”

“Didn’t want to waste time, bro. I’m pumped, lubed, and ready to rock.”

Max slid his finger into the knuckle making Hunter moan and squirm.

“Your pussy is still so tight, bro. Just like I remembered.” He fingered his buddy and then added another finger.

“You know you don’t have to do that, bro. I’m ready for you.”

Max laughed. “No fucking way, bitch. I love fingering your pussy. Watching my big muscle Marine squirm like a horny cheerleader is my favorite thing to do.”

“Cheerleader, huh?” Hunter said with a smirk. “Sorry, I’m not wearing a little pleated skirt,” he said sarcastically.

Max slotted his buddy faster. “It’s coming in the mail tomorrow,” he teased.

“You would. You kinky fucker.” Hunter then moaned again, he grabbed the pillow and bit into it as Max finger banged his hole.

“This pussy see some action, bitch?” Max asked him, turning his fingers inside of the warm hole.

“Fuck yeah, it did.” Hunter groaned from his throat as Max kept grazing his prostate.

“Of course it did. Because you’re a whore, bro.” Max said nonchalantly.

“You would be too if you were surrounded 24/7 by sexually deprived muscled-up jarheads that need a place to dump a load.”

“That’s hot, bro.” Max bit his bottom lip as he took in the pleasure of the beautiful man under him squirming and moaning. “Wish I could have been there.”

“I got video,” Hunter said with a grin.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Max slid his fingers out and watched Hunter’s ass relax. Then he lay his cock against the cleft and pressed it in, buried it against that tight hole. He started to hump slowly, feeling the head of his cock press harder against the hole. The head popped in and Hunter’s head came up off the pillow and he gasped.

“Fucking tight bitch pussy,” Max hissed.

“Fuck, Mase. You’re splitting my pussy.” Hunter’s voice was airy, whispery, like he was high.

“You whore this bitch pussy around post?” Max pushed more cock in.

“Uh huh.”

“You get lots of Marine loads?” Max pushed some more.

“Uh huh.”

“You spread those jacked legs wide and show those boys your cunt?” Max slid in all the way to the root.

“Fuck,” Hunter gasped. “Yeah, Mase. Spread my faggot legs for any hot dude that wanted me.”

“Big, Marine bitch,” Max taunted. He started to fuck the hunk under him. “Big, fucking, butch bitch taking cock in his pussy.”

“Fuck me, Mase. I missed this so much.”

“I know, bitch. I did too.” Max revved up, reached forward and clenched on to Hunter’s thick neck. Max squeezed tight as he began to rail on the Marine as hard as he could. Hunter’s eyes were closed, his teeth gritted as staccato grunts came from his mouth with each hard, fast thrust. A string of ‘oh god, oh god’ spewed as the slamming became harder and harder.

Max loved fucking Hunter because the guy could take it hard. He always said, “I’m a fucking United States Marine. I can take whatever you can give. Wreck my pussy. I can take it.” Max also loved that Hunter was just so fucking butch, masculine, an alpha.

“Welcome home, bitch. You’re gonna have my baby.” Then Max slammed in hard, he grunted and then howled out loud as he gushed a load into Hunter’s muscle pussy. Hunter cried out as he shot a load into the mattress.

Max didn’t pull out. He was too hard and too horny. He stayed inside and laid down his chest against Hunter’s massive back.

He put his lips next to Hunter’s ear. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me here again. Do you hear me, cunt?”

Hunter nodded his head against the pillow. “Yes, Sir. I love you, Sir.”

“Good boy.”

 

-For Max-

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I love pretty boys.  I love to kiss them, I love to blow them, I love to feast on their pretty ass, I love to rim them and I love to fuck them. When I finish fucking a pretty boy he is totally bred.  Oh yeah.  I love pretty boys

I’m Bill, 33 years old, brown hair and eyes, 5-11, 170lbs. I am wearing a tight white tee and jeans tucked in beautiful brown cowboy boots.

Today I am at coffee shop in the gay village checking out the boys. There is a lovely brown haired boy, wearing tight light brown jeans,  a flowered yellow  tee shirt and hi top white leather Nikes with yellow swoosh. He has diamond earrings, a lovely pearl necklace and pearl bracelet. I am sure he is gay looking so cute in his outfit.  I am hard  imagining making love to his beautiful body.

I introduce myself and compliment him on his look.

“Thank you.  I love my new my Nikes.   My name is Jeff.”

We chat for a while till I put my hand on his thigh.  Jeff welcomes my move so I suggest we head to my place.  Jeff tells me he got hard trying on his Nikes and came on the white leather.

That’s so hot, Jeff.  Love your new boots, pretty boy.

“You look so pretty in your jeans, shirt, earrings and boots, Jeff.  I love pretty boys like you.”

“Thank you, I want to look pretty to attract gay men who  wants to top me.  I love your cowboy boots.  The brown leather looks so soft and rich.  I love leather and want lick your gorgeous boots.”

“Sure pretty boy.  Lick my boots while I run my hand through your lovely brown hair”

Jeff eagerly licks my boots as I play with his curly brown hair.  I am so hard now with precum oozing from my dick.

I reach for his ass.   I pull down his jeans so I can work is pretty ass and hole. I stick my finger in. his tight hole which is warm and wet. I go down on his hole with my mouth and tongue.  I dream about rimming a boy’s beautiful hole.  Jeff moans with each flick on my tongue on his tight hole. 

“I love to eat a boy’s ass and rim his hole.  Your ass and hole taste so good, pretty boy.”

“I want you to fuck me.   Fuck me now”

“I love your pretty white boots with the yellow swoosh.  I want to lick them while I fuck you.”

“Oh yeah, please lick my new boots while you fuck me”

I enter Jeff’s pussy which welcomes my 7”.  I hold and lick his gorgeous white boots as I fuck him. When my lips kiss the yellow swoosh, Jeff comes AUUUUUUUUh!

“You’re so hot with your gorgeous ass, tight hole and pretty boots.  Oh FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”.  I drop huge load deep inside Jeff.

My cum leaks out of Jeff’s hole.  I take pic of my cum, his hole and my cock.  Will add this to my collection of pretty boy pics. I get off looking at the all the asses and holes of pretty bitches I have fucked.   Oh yeah, bro.

I take one of Jeff’s  white boots and fuck his hole with his pretty boot.

‘OH yeah, fuck me with my pretty new white boots.’

I fuck Jeff with his pretty boot.  His boot looks so hot on his hole.  I put his boot in his mouth.

“Suck your lovely boot, while I fuck you again.  I want more of your boy pussy.”

Jeff eagerly sucks the toe of his white boot, while I pound his ass.

“Oh fuck, I am coming again  fucking you and seeing you suck your pretty white boot.   I drop my load on Jeff’s pretty pink hole.       OOOOOOOOH!

I take his boot and hold it so we can kiss it and taste his ass on the pretty boot.

“OMG that was so hot.  I loved it when you fucked me with my boot and then made me suck it. While you fucked me again.”

“When I saw in the coffee shop I knew I had to have you.  You’re such a beautiful boy. So, so pretty.